Aaron’s hands tightened on her hips.
He should stop this, break the kiss, pull away. But he wouldn't be able to do that if his life depended on it.
How could he when he was finally kissing Calista? He had spent nights, and even days, imagining what her lips felt and tasted like—if they felt as soft as they looked. And he had spent his time resenting Jaxon for getting to kiss and touch her like he wanted. And then he had also resented himself.
If he hadn't been such a d**k to her from the beginning, would that have been him?
So right now he was finally kissing her, and he couldn't stop.
He flipped their position without warning, so Calista was beneath him, and she gasped, surprised.
The kiss had started soft—curious—but now it was turning into something else entirely. Into someth
