The grumpy man, who wasn’t as grouchy as he had pretended to be, was a breath of fresh air on a bitter winter’s day. The chill of him wore off as the temperature became tolerable—he wasn’t so frigid after all.
I yawned and checked the time on the bedside alarm clock.Shit.The clock had struck noon. I had slept in, but only after the most amazing sex of my life. My body needed plenty of rest to recharge.
I searched Jack’s bedroom for my clothes and came up empty. Not a single piece of a woman’s dainty fabric was in sight, but I found a long-sleeve flannel shirt.Hisfavorite shirt. The one Jack always wore, but I discovered he had purchased several. I’d checked his closet the moment I got in here and teased him about it.
I’d joked he’d stink and leave an awful stench for miles, but that wasn’t true. Jack smelled amazing. Exactly like his goddamn long-sleeved shirt I had popped over my head. Woodsy, earthy, and delightful. Not to mention as warm and cozy as him.
I loved him.
Wait...
I loved Jack?No, there was no way my feelings for him were this big.
Okay. No reason to panic. I wasn’t in love... but what if I was?
I paced the room back and forth while I bit my fingernail. I overreacted while I left a trail of footprints on Jack’s carpet.
Sure, I had affection for the man and cared about him. I would feel devastated if something bad happened to him. My heart ached at the idea of Jack in a horrible accident. I’d be beside myself if he suffered a damn heart attack because of his age.
I snapped my fingers.
Ah-ha!That was right. Jack was too old for me. There was no way we’d work out, and love was completely off the table.
Right?
I sat down on the edge of the bed and placed my head in my hands.
Oh, God.What was wrong with me? Why did I have to sleep with the man I was supposed to despise until the day I died? How could I have been so stupid?
Screw this. I shouldn’t be in Jack’s home, wearing his damn clothes, and wondering where he was. I needed to return home.
I stood up and grabbed my cell phone off the bedside table. I was mad at myself for getting wrapped up in this disastrous situation. Furiously, I hurried down the hallway and prepared to flee out the door, when I caught a hint ofthe most delicious smell. Food. Glorious, delightful, scrumptious breakfast.
My stomach growled. As starved as I was, I contemplated my departure.
I’d take a risk by staying and chance seeing Jack and falling harder for him than I already had.
My feet reacted as I ambled closer to the aroma of greasy bacon with a hint of cinnamon. My mind reeled at the possibilities while my body took charge and steered me toward Jack’s enormous kitchen, where he flipped something in a frying pan. He was shirtless, and he wore gray sweatpants.
Good God.Anything but gray sweats on a man as built as Jack. His well-hung dick practically waved at me beneath the material and dared me to shake it. I thought about jerking him off and getting naughty with the guy next door when I should be hightailing it outta there instead, but I couldn’t stop staring.
Jack’s cock was like a huge ornament shining brightly on a Christmas tree. He had the biggest cock I had ever fucked at eight inches long, and I was sore—but wanting more.
“Hey, neighbor,” Jack announced.
I jumped.
“Jack,” I squeaked and cleared my throat while playing with the buttons of his shirt. “What are you doing?”
Dumb question. I knew what the fuck Jack was up to. He was being kind and sweet, preparing breakfast while Iconsidered leaving.
I was an asshole.
“Making breakfast, silly little Elle,” Jack answered in a chipper mood.
Jack better be cheerful after we had sex not once, and we certainly didn’t stop at twice. We had sex five times yesterday. Not including after midnight. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and Jack had pleasured my body in many delicious ways, which still had me tingling from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
Jack Timber was a skilled lover. He knew how a woman’s body worked and what he could hurt. His pain had brought me pleasure and left me deliriously screaming. At one point, I begged him down on my knees because I wanted to take his cock in my mouth, but he wouldn’t let me. He was only out to pleasure me with his lips on my pussy and screw me senseless.
