He groaned, low, guttural, and it vibrated against my lips. Every sound he made lit a fire low in my belly. My spine arched, pressing closer. I wanted him everywhere.
His hands.
His mouth.
His weight.
I moaned into his mouth, and he kissed me deeper, slower now, like he was savoring every second. His teeth scraped my bottom lip—just enough to make me gasp—and then he soothed the sting with a kiss so thorough it burned through my skin and left nothing untouched.
My breath was so ragged by the time he broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck, I wondered if I’d ever be able to breath normally again. What made it even more incredible was the way his chest was rising and falling against mine, like he was as equally drunk on me.
When he finally lifted his head and looked at me, there was still a slight flush in his cheeks. His hand came to my face and his fingertips brushed against my bruised lips.
“Maybe we could go to the couch and watch a little TV.”
I slowly nodded. “Will you kiss me some more?”
“I don’t think I could stop myself.”
My fingers curled in his shirt, and I pulled him to me. If I had my way, he’d never stop kissing me. Ever.
As I brought his lips to mine, all I could think was that I wanted him to wrap around me so tightly that his essence was infused with mine.
I’d fallen and fallen hard. Even if this whole thing blew up, I was in it so deep, I’d never recover.
That was when I realized I loved him.
That was when I realized no matter what happened, anything less than forever wouldn’t be enough.
Chapter Twenty-Three
JASON
Bacon and eggs?
The scent hit me as I sat up on the couch, rubbing my eyes. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and I could hear the sizzle of bacon in the kitchen. I’d slept the deepest and longest I’d slept in months—a kissing marathon didn’t hurt.
I stood and walked to the kitchen, stopping at the entrance. “What are you doing?”
Cora grinned as she moved between pans and held Elias on her shoulder. “I felt like making breakfast.”
“It’s after one in the afternoon.”
“You can have breakfast any time of the day.”
I crossed the room and motioned for her to hand over Elias. “My turn.”
“You don’t have?—”
“You’re right, I don’t. I want him because I want him.”
Her gaze caught mine. “Okay,” she said, handing him to me.
As I took him, I leaned down and kissed her. “Thank you.”
She twisted her fingers in my shirt and brought my lips back down to hers. “You can’t kiss me like you did last night and expect a peck on the lips to be all I get this morning.”
The night before, I’d had zero intention of kissing her when I walked into the kitchen. I couldn’t even explain what happened. One minute I was stealing cookies from her, and the next, she was on the counter, and I couldn’t get close enough to her. Couldn’t kiss her enough.
