Jailbait by Emily Goodwin Read Free Book Online Page B

her tits against my chest. Her body tenses but she doesn’t resist. I wait a beat, not wanting to do anything she doesn’t want, then part my legs and push her against the front of a stall.  
    I slide one hand up her back and take a tangle of that messy hair, wanting to mess it up even more. I pull her hair, and bring her head back. Her lips brush against mine. My eyes close, and I forget about everything. Everything other than Pepper.
    After all these years of yearning, of missing her, of denying that the feelings I once had are still very much alive…she’s finally here in front of me, heart pounding just as fast as mine.  
    I bring my free hand up, running my finger over the smooth skin on her chest, then across her collarbone, then up to her cheek, cradling her face in my hand. She brings her hands up and wraps delicate fingers around my wrists. Finally, I put my lips to hers. She tastes fucking delicious, better than anything I’ve ever had before. I tighten my fist around her hair and slip my tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard.  
    One of Pepper’s hands goes under my unzipped leather jacket, pressed against my side. The other lands on my chin and the gesture is so intimate it almost throws me off. I keep kissing her, and run my hand down along her back. Pepper goes weak in the knees and has to hold onto me for support, kissing me back with a desperation that mirrors my own. The kiss is making up for lost time, time that was stolen from me.  
    The world spins around me, and I can’t stop kissing Pepper. I push her tangled hair over her shoulder and move my lips to her neck. Pepper gasps and digs her nails into my flesh. I nip at her tender skin, remembering the last time we were together like this.  
    I never intended it to be our last time.  
    Unable to get enough of her, I put my mouth back to hers and grab the hem of her black t-shirt. My fingers curl under the material and the feeling of her flesh against my hands is enough to make my cock begin to harden. I inch my fingers up, making my way to her breasts.
    As suddenly as the kiss started, she stops it, planting both hands on my shoulders and pushing me away.  
    “Gray,” she pants. “Stop.”  
    “Stop?” I put my lips to her neck and suck. “We’re just getting started.”   She throws her head back and pushes her hips against mine.
    “Gray,” she repeats. “We need to talk.”  
    “We can talk later,” I growl and nip at her skin.  
    “Grayson.”  
    I blink and snap back to reality. I step away, breaking contact with Pepper. What the fuck? It was just one kiss and yet I got completely swept up in her. And judging by the way she’s staring at me, she got swept up too.  
    “You’ve been following me,” she starts, waiting for an explanation. “Why?”  
    “I’m not sure I’m the right person to tell you that.” I hate the words as they spill from my mouth.  
    Pepper purses her lips and rolls her eyes. “Convenient. Those guys…the ones in the alley. They had leather jackets and motorcycles too. Was your plan to mug someone from the gala, but then you realized it was me?”
    “No. I wouldn’t do that,” I say, feeling crushed she thinks that little of me. “I’ve never seen them before in my life. I was across the street having a beer while watching a wrestling match on TV.”  
    Her eyes are narrowed. She doesn’t object, but she doesn’t accept my alibi either. “How long have you been following me?”
    I consider lying so I can seem less creepy, but she already knows I’ve been driving around watching her. I risk pissing her off even more if she calls me out on a lie, and that’s not something I want to do. I lost Pepper once, I’ll be damned before I lose her again.
    “About a month.”  
    “And you really won’t tell me why.”  
    I shake my head. “You said your father isn’t home, right?”  
    “He stayed at his penthouse in the city—don’t change the subject.”  
    I open my mouth to