I narrow my eyes at him.A smile curls my lips.“You like feeding me.”
He stares at my mouth and nods.“Mm-hmm.”
That’s dirty.I like it.Two can play this game.I lick the chocolate dripping down his index finger, taking my time.Jaeger’s face tenses and he breathes in, his gaze on my tongue running along his long, thick finger.I take a bite of the s’more and lick my lips.“Mmm, good.”
His mouth parts slightly.“You’ve got some—” He indicates the side of my mouth.
I intentionally lick the other side.
He looks in my eyes.“You’re teasing me?”
I nod slowly.
Jaeger lets out a slow breath and sets the s’more on top of the paper bag.“I don’t like to be teased.”His face is devoid of emotion, and for a moment, I think he’s serious.
Before I know what’s happening, Jaeger drops the head of my lounge chair till I’m flat on my back and climbs on top of me, lightly pinning my arms above my head.
I let out a squeak.He grabs both my hands with one of his, licks the side of my mouth where the chocolate was, and tickles my ribs with his other hand.
“Stop!”I free a hand—he isn’t holding tight—and grab his tickling fingers, twining them with mine.
“What?You don’t like the punishment for naughty girls who tease?”
I’m grinning, because despite my misery, I’m having fun.I always have fun with him.“This isn’t punishment.”
He smiles boyishly.“No, I guess not.I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
His eyes grow serious and he leans down and kisses me softly.He tastes like chocolate, and something else yummy that I associate with him.The gentle kiss evolves, transferring into something hot and needy.I wrap my arms around his back and he leans more weight on me.
I love the way he holds me, the way his kisses are deliberate, not sloppy and fast in order to get somewhere.
Jaeger shifts his hips between my legs and my breath catches, thighs softening around his waist.He moans in my mouth and presses again?—
The lounge collapses—well, the bottom half, anyway—and our legs slam to the ground.
Jaeger laughs.“Are you okay?”He makes no move to get off me, and I’m glad.I like him right where he is.
I look down at the damage.The bottom support posts are bent in half.“Crap, how will I explain this to Gen?”I squeeze him tighter so he knows I’m going to be very upset if he tries to get off me right now.
He kisses the side of my mouth and runs his hand down my ribs to my stomach.“Blame it on me.Tell her I sat on it,” he murmurs.
His tongue finds the inside of my mouth and his hands travel up and down the length of my body for the next half-hour on that broken lounge chair—until the telltale sounds beyond the fence reach my ears.
Guilt flushes my chest and I push away lightly.“Gen is home,” I whisper.“We should get up.”
I did it again.How could I do it again?I need to know without a doubt that there’s nothing between Gen and Jaeger.I don’t think there is, but I need to be sure.
Jaeger groans and pecks me on the mouth before pushing up.
“What’s going on with you and Gen?”I blurt.Gen’s answer didn’t fill me with confidence the one time I asked, and Jaeger’s here now, no sexy protector pheromones coursing through me to muddle my brain like they were after the Drake mauling.My mind’s a little fuzzy after all that kissing, but I can’t hold off asking any longer.
He puts away s’more paraphernalia, his head cocked to the side as if confused.“What do you mean?”
“I mean, are you guys—um—well, hooking up?”
Jaeger freezes.“What?Why would you think that?”
“You took her out the other day.I wondered… I mean, she said no, but I have to be sure.”
