“What? What’s wrong? What did I do?”
“You can’t say shit like that to me.”
“Why the hell not?” He practically growled, not helping the situation.
“Because. I don't know whether I want to jump your bones or cry when you say shit like that.”
“I vote for option one,” he informed me, looking relieved before reaching for me, yanking me into his arms, and kissing me like he meant it.
Jake leaned forward, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of my ass as he lifted me from my feet, my legs instantly wrapping around his waist, pinning him against me. “Careful what you wish for.” Jake groaned as he kissed me again, his tongue snaking into my mouth and plundering as we lost ourselves in each other
“Why?” I panted when he’d finally had his fill. “You going to make my dreams come true?” I dared, loving the way mischief flickered in his eyes.
“Fuck yeah! Even if it takes until my dying breath.”
“Pretty big promises there.”
“Promises I have no intention of breaking. My bed, on the other hand,” Jake teased, shifting his hips so the erection tenting his jeans rubbed me in exactly where I needed him the most.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Marching toward his place, his hands were everywhere. Well, as much as they could be while he still kept hold of me while mine plucked the buttons on his shirt, popping them innocently.
His place was in sight when Jake abruptly stopped.
He pulled his lips from my neck and eased his hold on me, letting me slide down his body until my feet touched the ground.
When he let go and took a step back, I swear my stomach sank.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered, not really sure if I wanted to know.
“Cassie.”
“Shit!”
I felt like the worst mom in the world. I’d been so caught up in Jake, I’d forgotten about our daughter. What sort of shitty parent does that? Me, I guess.
“I’ll go.” We both started at the same time.
“Kel, why don’t you go home and have a shower? I’ll get Cassie and meet you there,” Jake offered, and I didn’t know whether to be relieved or offended.
“O-Okay,” I replied, not wanting to argue.
Spinning on my heel, I managed to make it half a dozen steps before Jake grabbed my arm, stopping me where I stood.
“Wait!”
“What’s up?”
“I’ve got a better idea.” Jake grinned as his arm snaked around my waist, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. When he tugged my shirt to the side and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss on my collarbone, my knees buckled, and I was grateful to have him holding me up.
“Wh-wh-what’s your idea?” I was desperately trying to stop myself from climbing him like a monkey.
Jake stopped kissing me and pulled back but only far enough so I could see his face and the mischief in his eyes. When he dug his phone from his pocket and pressed it to his ear, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face.
“Mom!” Jake greeted when she answered.
I was so close to Jake that not only could I feel the heat of his erection between us but hear every word his mother was saying on the other end of the line.
