She burst out laughing. “You can’t help yourself, can you? You can barely catch your breath, yet you have the nerve to talk trash?”

“I’ve been trash-talking since high school. I think it’s just a part of me at this point.”

He stood up straight and discreetly tested his knee, relieved when he didn’t feel anything unusual.

“I don’t want to imagine you in high school,” Taylor said. “I’ll bet you thought you were the hottest shit to ever walk the hallways.”

“I was the hottest shit to ever walk the hallways at Katy High. You would have been all over me.”

She pointed her finger at her mouth in a gagging gesture.

Jamar took a step toward her. “How much you wanna bet?”

“So damn cocky. I told you that mouth will get you in trouble.”

His eyes zeroed in on her lips, his own curving up in a devilish grin. “I can think of one way you can shut me up.”

Arousal and anticipation mingled in the air around them, as thick as the smell of the impending rain. The attraction that had been steadily growing between them pulsed like a quickening heartbeat.

Taylor advanced on him, backing him up until he came in contact with a tree. Her brow arched. “Are you sure you can handle this?”

“Bring it,” he said again.

She braced her hands on either side of his face and leaned forward. “There’s no one else here. We don’t have to put on a performance for anyone,” she murmured.

Jamar swallowed. “You’re not going to let that stop us, are you?”

She shook her head. “No.” And pressed her open mouth to his. He capitulated with a matching ardor, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he gripped her hips.

Her mouth was hot and sweet, an intoxicating combination of cinnamon and honey and everything else that was delicious in this world. Unlike that first kiss, this was the opposite of slow and gentle. It was hard and noisy and hot and addicting as fuck.

Thunder cracked overhead seconds before the sky opened and a deluge rained down on them. Jamar ignored it, refusing to let anything deter him. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and lifted her, her legs bracketing his waist.

He’d wanted her from the very first time he saw her on that video, and nothing he’d tried had been able to abate his unrelenting need to consume her. He ran his hands up and down her back, wishing he could pull the wet shirt off so that he could feel her skin against him.