After the door slams shut, I run to the office and look for Mittens. She’s sitting on top of my desk, looking perfectly content. I pick her up and bring her out into the living room, holding her close.
“I can’t believe I was going to marry that man.”
“She okay?” Jason asks, referring to Mittens.
“She’s perfect, but how’s my new television?”
“I’m sure it’s fine. That box is padded with so much styrofoam. Tiny Tim did nothing but make himself look stupid.”
“Tiny Tim?”
“My nickname for your gross error in judgement.”
I sit on my couch and kick off my shoes as I take a few cleansing breaths.
“That was kind of scary,” I admit. “I’ve never seen him act so… angry.”
“I would never let nothing happen to you, beautiful. He would’ve had to have broken my other shoulder to stop me. He’s lucky, I was two-seconds away from body slamming his ass.”
A feeling of relief overwhelms me, and I stand back up and grab Jason around the waist. Resting my chin on his chest.
“Thank you for dinner and thank you for tonight. You seem to keep coming to my rescue.”
The silver flecks in his eyes make them shimmer and momentarily make my legs feel like a pair of soggy noodles. As if he can feel me dropping, he grabs me around the waist with his good arm and pulls me in tighter.
The look of yearning on his face is unexpected and dangerous.
It’s the look of a man who could ask me anything right now, and I’d say yes.
Even if it means my destruction.
Twenty-Four
ADRIENNE
Somethingin the air has shifted and there is an erotic quiet between us.
I can practically hear the blood rushing through my veins.
If he kisses me, I’ll let him.
If he doesn’t, I may just die.
His head bends lower as his hand slides slowly down to my ass and settles there. Then his mouth inches closer to mine, excruciatingly slow. Either Jason is playing around with my head or he takes great pleasure in torturing me because at this point I have an ache between my legs that only he can relieve.
When our lips finally connect, it doesn’t feel like a normal kiss. It feels as if he is seducing me with his mouth. Worshiping it. Peppering kisses on the corners of my mouth and then thrusting his tongue deeper inside with purpose and ownership.
As he continues to make love to my mouth, his hand travels lower and in between my legs, right at the center seam of my jeans. He uses two of his fingers to push the seam into me and against my rapidly swelling clit. I moan from the pleasure radiating from my core and he growls with approval that I’m responding.
He releases my lips as we come up for air.
“Let’s bend the rules,” he says in a deep, thick voice, and I know exactly what he means.
“Okay,” is my one word response.
I don’t even recognize my own voice as it cracks with need and lust.
“Is this the way to your bedroom?”
