Just before we reached the door, Jake turned and wrapped
his
arms around my waist. “You know, you forced me to watch a
horrible movie—which you slept through—and I still had a
good
time. You know what that means, right?”
I tipped onto my toes and kissed his perfect lips, one
kiss to
hold onto tonight. Another to get me through the hours
until I
could see him again. “That pouting works better than I
thought?”
Jake smiled, then his expression turned serious. The way
his
eyes were boring into mine somehow sent both heat and
nerves
through my stomach. “I want to tell you something, but I’m
afraid it’ll freak you out.”
I swallowed, the gesture taking a lot more effort than
usual. I
suspected it might include the L-word, and he was right
about it
freaking me out. Things were finally easy between us
again, and
I didn’t want to step into the dangerous, serious zone.
“Then
you better not say it.”
He pulled me closer, our hips bumping together, and
covered my
mouth with his. As tired as I was a few seconds ago, every
part
of me was suddenly very alert. He slid a hand under my
shirt,
his fingertips stroking my back. I bit lightly at his
bottom
lip. He groaned and crushed me to him. Then he thrust his
tongue
in to meet mine, kissing me so deeply the room spun.
I clung onto him, losing myself in the moment, wanting to
drag
him to my bedroom but knowing I couldn’t yet. For some
reason...I was having trouble remembering it right now. I
broke
the kiss and worked on getting air back into my lungs.
Jake blew out his breath. He raked a hand through his
hair,
making it messy. He looked so hot I had to work at holding
back
my surging hormones. “Good night,” he said, his voice
husky.
Then he shot me a roguish smile that sent desire burning
through
my veins. “Sweet dreams.”
Oh, I was pretty sure my dreams would be featuring him
tonight.
And they’d probably be more dirty than sweet.