Forget Me Not
Page 29
“Come on Mae, you can beat him,” Will yells.
Jax angles his mouth to my ear, “Ah, but does she want to?”
“That’s a stupid question.” I push again.
He chuckles and gives a slight shove. Then I’m stepping back again in an attempt to hold my ground.
“Give up?” he asks.
“No.”
Jax smiles, his eyes twinkling jade. His long finger pokes into my chest, prodding me back under the leaves. Which brush over me, closing first me then him in their wintry embrace. Each individual leaf tickles my skin or at least seems to, making me tingle all over. His hands, steady and firm and warm, grip my wrists loosely. He chuckles, leaning in and I know I’ve lost as his lips brush against mine. They suck the tingle in from the rest of my body to an intense focused burning where our mouths touch.
Giving up easily isn’t me, so I shove again, pushing him off me, my hands sharply digging into my chest where he holds them against it. Argh, I can’t budge. He’s too strong for me too. He pulls back with a teasing smile.
Two can play this game. I lean in, pressing my lips against his in more than a mere teasing brush. He responds, searing heat through my body as my mouth moves with his. Hard, needy, and urgent. I can still win this.
A tug against his grip releases my wrists. Pulling them back, I wrap my arms around him and our bodies pressed together, are closer than can be. Lips against lips, chest against chest, thigh against thigh, arms around waists. His hand moves to my cheek, runs down my jaw, holding me tighter. His tongue slips into my mouth and slides against mine. Sweet feelings, like warmed honey spread through my veins, totally erasing our game from my thoughts.
“Hey!” Will’s voice assaults my heightened senses. “We can’t see. Who’s winning?”
I sigh against Jax’s kiss, slowly, reluctantly, pulling away. These stolen moments are never long enough. Always cut short by someone or something. Jax smiles his crooked smile full of promises for later.
Strange noises draw my attention away and prick my hearing in another direction. Shouting, clashing, the bang of what could only be gunfire. Jax stiffens under my arms and his eyes meet mine, the desire in them morphing as they grow wide and still. His hand drops from my face, and he darts through the branches back onto the ropes of The Ring. I stand there, the heat of his touch a warm memory against my skin.
A scream cuts through the air, and a single thought pounds through my mind, my chest, my being.
Dad.
About the Author
Stacey Nash grew up in the Hunter Valley of New South Wales. It is an area nestled between mountains and vineyards. Full of history and culture, it provides wonderful writing inspiration. After dabbling with poetry during her teen years, Stacey stopped writing until after university when she was married with young children. Now she loves nothing more than spending her days, being a stay-at-home mum with the flexibility of writing when inspiration strikes.
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Table of Contents
Copyright
Back Cover Copy
Dedication
Acknowledgements
ACT I Hidden Knowledge
ACT II Resistance
ACT III Collective
Sneak Peak of Remember Me
About the Author