To run my hand over my swollen belly.
To stand with my man next to me, his hand on my hip, proud to love me.
Jake is right about Cole.Zara hasn’t been sleeping well, and he’s been getting up so that Scarlett can recover.As tough as she makes out that she is, she did go through a lot of trauma.
“Okay,” I say softly and get a kiss for my effort.
Jake leads me over to the kitchen bench and drops his keys and phone.
His hands slide up my thighs and over my behind.I moan and press into him.
No sex.
What a dumb rule, whose idea was that?
“I missed you,” Jake rasps, and his fingers brush the furthest point of my pussy through my panties.
“I can feel that.”
His hard cock is solid against my lower body.
“I got condoms.”He growls against my mouth and then licks my lips.
“Yeah?”
God, I really need him to touch me there again.My panties are now wet, and if I lift my leg...
His hands still me, gripping my body.
“Dirty girl.”His smile tells me he’s not unhappy about that.
“Touch me.”I moan.
“No.”
My forehead lands on his chest, and I hear him chuckle.
When I lift my head, he’s grinning.
“I’ve ordered some groceries to make you dinner.Didn’t feel like sitting in a restaurant with this.”He points to his bruise.“So go put your feet up, and I’ll pour you a glass of wine.”
Dumb stupid no sex rule.
But I love that he’s respecting me and sticking to my request.Love?Well, Ilikethat he is.I don’tloveit.
“Fine.”
“And if you decide to take your panties off and play with your pussy while I’m cooking, I’m okay with that, too.”
There he is.
I smile naughtily, tiptoe up and kiss his lips, then head to the sofa where I do put my feet up and let the gorgeousformerUS Marshal tend to me.
With my panties on.
Because we both know he’s not that strong.
