I unlocked the door, and we kissed all the way upstairs to my bedroom.Clothes went flying, he sucked my nipples just the right way, and then I heard the snap of his condom.
The moment he slid inside, our eyes locked and we both moaned.
It was fast and frantic.
And perfect.
We made use of a second condom before I drifted dreamily off to sleep.I woke as he slid out of my bed.
“My number is in your phone.”Jake cupped my face and kissed me like we hadn’t had just a one-night stand.“Call me.”
“Okay.”I yawned and rolled over, feeling completely sated and happy.
The next morning, I had decided he was the man of my dreams, changed my mind three times, and then questioned why he hadn’t stayed all night.
But the delicious aches on my body reminded me that regardless, he was an amazing lover and had given me his phone number.
So...yes, I had wanted to see him again.
I messaged.
After his shift, he knocked on my door.I opened it, and he stepped in, grabbed my face and kissed me like I was the only woman he would ever crave.Lifting into his arms, I giggled as he carried me upstairs.
“God, you smell delicious,” he rasped, cupping one of my breasts.
Jake was in uniform, and my ovaries were doing the tango.I didn’t get to see much of it as he tore it off and ordered my nightieoff!
That was how our relationship started and how it continued.
We never dated.
No movies.No dinners.No holidays in Mexico or meeting each other’s families.
I work as a dental assistant, so often our schedules clashed.When we saw each other, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.I wasn’t unhappy, but I was aware it wasn’t heading in the direction of what I wanted.
A marriage.
A family.
I’d let it happen for so long that backtracking seemed uncomfortable.Especially as Jake never stayed over.
One night, after a few months, I asked Jake if he was married or had kids.
“No,” he replied, running his fingers over each nipple, which was very distracting.“Are you?”
I laughed.“Yes, they’re hiding in the closet waiting for you to leave.”
I didn’t want to be that girl—the one who had to ask him to say but there was a chance he thought I wanted him to leave.
My overactive mind kept telling me if he really liked me, he would ask.He would want to stay.
Or take me to his house.
Neither happened.
My thirtieth birthday was looming, and my friends were all getting married and having babies.Hell, Savannah was just a few months from having hers.It was all over social media now that the filming of her latest movie was finished and the cat was out of the bag.So, I was feeling the pressure, and my body clock was ticking louder and louder.
I liked this man.
