whispered words. "Oh
yeah?"
His eyes never left hers, but his hand did leave her
shoulder. Instead it moved to cup her face, his palm gentle against her cheek
as they stared at one another. She knew he was waiting for her to close the
distance between them, for her to kiss him ,
and she didn't need to be asked twice.
Amanda leaned into him, did something she hadn't thought
about doing with Scott for so long, but the old feelings of longing came back
so fast it was like they'd never disappeared. She stopped when their lips were
just close enough to touch, for her to feel the warmth of his breath against
her, and it was Scott who pressed closer, who deepened the kiss that she'd
started.
Scott's lips were soft, molding against hers in a way that
had her reaching for his t-shirt, fisting it in her hand so she could hold him
close and make sure he couldn't get away. His hand was still on her face and it
was warm, firm, holding her just where he wanted her as he pulled back then
kissed her again. This time he was rougher, moving his lips with more
insistence against hers, tasting her with his tongue, but she didn't tell him
to stop. It wasn't until a moan escaped from her mouth that she pulled back,
breathing heavy, knowing she needed to slow down now before things got out of
hand.
His hand slipped away and skimmed her shoulder, settling on
her hip. "You want me to stop?"
Amanda shook her head. "Nope," she whispered. And she didn't. This wasn’t remotely
sensible but she just didn’t care.
Scott waited, like he was giving her a second chance to
change her mind, before cupping the back of her head and tugging her forward.
His mouth crushed hers, tongues colliding as he kissed her with an intensity
that had her moaning again. This was
nothing like their awkward first kiss . Amanda could have locked lips with
grown-up Scott all day, losing herself to the sensation of his hot breath, his
warm mouth, the feel of his muscled back and shoulders beneath her hands.
She gasped when he pulled her forward, hard, both hands
skimming her waist and disappearing up under her top. His palms were warm, but
goose pimples burst across her skin, only making her want him more. Amanda
climbed onto his lap, knees on the concrete floor, thighs on either side of
his. She ran her hands through his too-long hair, not letting him move even an
inch away from her, kissing him like her life depended on it.
"You guys out here?"
Amanda went dead still, her mouth
still locked on Scott's as her sister's voice rang out clear and loud in the
night air. The grin that spread across his lips when she pulled back almost
made her laugh, but instead she just gave him a shove back against the stable
door. Trust him to find it amusing that they were about to be found making out
like naughty kids.
"Trust the pair of them to bugger off. Scott!"
When she heard Jack's deep voice she pushed herself off
Scott and up to her feet, quickly pulling down her top and wiping at her mouth.
She doubted she had any lipstick left on, but she didn't want to get caught out
with any smeared around her face.
"Guess we're lucky it wasn't Blake looking for
us," she murmured.
She held out a hand for Scott and he took it, hauling
himself up and then walking her backwards and pinning her with his big body
against the opposite wall. He shoved one of his legs between her thighs,
feasting on her mouth as she pressed into him instead of struggling to get away
like she should have been. What was it about this man that was driving her so
wild?
"Amanda! You in here?"
She groaned when her sister called out again, and Scott
slowly withdrew his hold on her and stepped back.
"We'd better go," she whispered.
"Just when this night was becoming
fun." His smile was wicked but his
touch was gentle when he smoothed down her hair and took her hand.
"We're here," Amanda called out, stopping only so Scott could bend to pick up the bottle of bourbon they'd left
on the ground.
"What are you doing in