He raises his eyebrows. “Shall I go prove it?”
I cross my arms over my bare breasts. “No. My Duck Off So I Can Relax t-shirt is with me.”
Jared chuckles. “I’m glad. I love that shirt on you.”
“You do?”
“Yep. I love the saying, and I love the way your breasts fill it out.”
I push his arm. “That’s because I’ve had it since high school! It’s shrunk after being washed and dried a million times.”
“I know. And every year, I love it on you more.”
“You are such a guy.”
“Maybe so, but you know what I recently realized?”
“What?”
His eyes convey an emotion I can’t read before he says, “I don’t know anyone else’s favorite color or what t-shirt they wear to bed.”
I swallow. “What about Max?”
Jared grins. “I’m talking about women, Ash.”
“I know. I’m just joking.”
“To avoid taking me seriously?”
“Maybe.” I blink. “Look, I know last night we promised some things…”
“We promised one thing. That we’d have sex again. With each other,” he adds when he sees the teasing look on my face.
God, he’s so incredibly attractive. I’ve been trying not to ogle his ridiculously ripped torso since I woke up, but a woman can only resist for so long.
I want him. He wants me. And last night was the best sex I’ve ever had, hands down. Jared knows what he’s doing in the bedroom, and yes, I’d like more of that. I don’t know how long we’re going to be able to play with fire like this before one of us gets burned—probably me—but this morning, I want him too much to stop.
I drop my arms, exposing my body.
Jared’s gaze drops to my breasts. “Are you…”
“Inviting you to touch me? Yes.” I lie back down in bed and beckon to him.
“I don’t need to be asked twice.”
He pulls the covers over our heads and immediately puts his mouth over my right nipple.
“Oh, God. Jared.”
His tongue is turning me on so much I feel like I might come.
“Ash…” he mutters into my breast. “I need to hear you call my name. What do you want?”
“Everything.” I don’t recognize this girl. I’m literally writhing on the mattress, and while I’m comfortable in the bedroom, I never thought I’d feel at ease with Jared.
I’ve always liked to be in control with guys. So I’ve been choosy about who I sleep with. Who I kiss, who I fool around with too. They were good guys, for the most part, but they were guys I could always be on top with. Literally and figuratively.
I didn’t say anything last night when Jared maneuvered us into that position, but I wonder if he sensed what I needed without my saying so.
