Power Forward (Chicago Thunder #4)

Chapter Ten

Hayden

I must have imagined what this moment would be like more than a thousand times over the years. What it would be like to kiss Jackson again. I’d often think about the softness of his lips, his low, breathy moans, and the addictive taste of him as my tongue dove into his warm mouth. I’ve thought about it in so many ways, but none of them were like this.

The possessive way he grips my head in both hands, fingers burying into my hair, holding on to me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. His greedy pulls on my tongue and the low growl from deep in his chest make my toes curl.