For an answer, he kisses me, and his tongue swirls inside, so unexpectedly my hips thrust in desperate need. His unshaven jaw brushes against me, and I can’t help it—I grip his hair with both hands, keeping him right where I need him.
He doesn’t tell me to back off. Not that I could. My head falls back onto the pillows as he tongue-fucks me, his arms rock solid against my thighs, keeping me locked in place.
He teases my clit, and I buck mindlessly, not caring that I’m coming in his mouth, that he’s eating me like ice cream, that I never want this night to end.
I can’t breathe, can’t think. I suck in air and it doesn’t reach my lungs, but I cling to Ty because he’s all I need, anyway.
He leans in close, tension etched in every feature, but he doesn’t grab a condom and sink deep inside me. He grasps my face in a rough embrace, his breath mingling with mine. “There’s never been anyone special in my life since you left.”
Chapter Fifteen
Jasmine
I grip the edge of the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror. In one hour, I need to leave for the airport. My case is already in the trunk, and Ty’s fixing lunch downstairs. He hasn’t said a word about cooking me dinner again.
Thank God.That’s one conversation I can do without. Even if what he was offering is what I want most in the world.
You’ve no idea what he was offering.He might’ve just been flirting, and sure, he can flirt like a pro when he wants to, but deep down I know it was more than that.
Yesterday, when he turned up at Mom’s memorial service, it became more than a brief fling, a reunion hookup to heal old wounds.
It was more than that almost from the first night.
So why hasn’t he said any more about it? Did I totally misunderstand what he was saying? Shouldn’t I be relieved that he doesn’t think there’s a chance for us to get back together?
I give a shaky sigh and steel my nerves.One last hour.I’m not going to ruin it by cryingnow. Plenty of time for that when I’m home again.
He meets me at the kitchen door. “Thought you’d gotten lost.” He briefly cradles my face, and it takes all my willpower not to crumble right then. “Hungry?”
“Starving.” That’s a lie, but I’ll force down whatever he’s prepared even if it chokes me.
“I even made you hot chocolate. No extra sugar.” He grins as he picks up a cup for me and a coffee for him, and my chest aches so bad it’s hard to speak.
“Great. Thanks.”
“Want to eat outside?”
“Sure.” This was a bad idea. I should’ve left first thing this morning instead of dragging out the long goodbye. I pick up the plates of baguettes stuffed with chicken and salad and follow him into the back yard.
“It still needs work.” He puts the drinks down on a wooden table that’s by the back door, and we sit on the bench. The yard isn’t big, and the grass is patchy and covered in weeds, but there’s so much potential. I take a bite of my baguette in the hope that’ll stop my mind working. It doesn’t.
We sit in silence. My lunch is full of flavor, but it tastes like ashes, and I can barely swallow the first mouthful. Ty doesn’t seem to have any problem, judging by the way he finishes his in record time.
“Jas.” He leans his arm along the back of the bench, and his fingers gently caress my shoulder. “We need to talk. You know that, right?”
Here it comes. I should tell him this was nothing but a fleeting affair, but I can’t. Because it isn’t. For a moment, my resolve wavers. Would it be such a bad thing if he knows that?Couldthere be a way for this to work?
I know there isn’t, but maybe—
His phone rings, shattering the moment. He swears and glowers at the screen before answering. “Hey.”
His expression doesn’t alter during the brief conversation. “Okay.” He cuts the call and lets out a harsh breath. “Stay here. Mom’s out front. She’s dropping some stuff off. I won’t be long.”
He disappears inside the house, and I wrap my hands around the cup of hot chocolate.
Stay here.I don’t know if it’s got anything to do with Ty not wanting his mom to know he’s been seeing me this week, or whether it’s because he knows she never approved of me and doesn’t want to put me in an awkward position.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to face Angie.
