“Don’t take off without waking him up and telling him you’re going.”
“He’s asleep and I have to get to work.”
“He’s not that asleep, believe me. He’s not going to be happy when he wakes up and finds you snuck out.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Wake him up, he’ll drive you home.”
“He doesn’t have a car.”
The guy centered his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. “I drove his truck back last night. Wake him up.”
“I honestly don’t have time to wait. I’ve already called a cab to come get me.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
What?Bree scrunched her face up in his general direction. “Okay. You warned me. Later.”
“Yup.”
Bree walked around the corner and waited for the taxi just in case Jase woke up and came out after her. She had a few more hours before she needed to be at the retirement community where she volunteered. Maybe she’d be able to get a couple more hours of sleep before starting her day. She flagged down the taxi coming down the street.
She gave the driver her address and leaned her head against the head rest. Staring out the window, not seeing the scenery flashing by, she thought about last night. The way Jase had kissed her. Touched her. The way she had responded. She chewed the cuticle of her thumb. She could have at least left him her number. Maybe she should… She looked out the rear window. No. It’s better this way. Too bad, really, because Jase was someone she could get used to.
The faint smell of jasmine and vanilla lingered on the sheets, reminding Jase of the woman in bed with him. The scent triggered his morning wood, all too happy to respond. He adjusted his hips and rolled to his side. The hand he ran across the sheets kept going, finding nothing but an empty bed. His eyes popped open.
She must be in the bathroom. If her mouth was as dry as his, she probably needed some water. He rolled to his back and folded the pillow under his head. He’d give her a few minutes, but he had plans for her luscious body. Her laughter echoed in his head, sending another rush of blood to his hard-on. He stroked his cock, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Damn, this woman had him wound up. He hadn’t brought a chick home in more than year. The couple of women he’d dated in that time hadn’t lasted more than a few months at most. Even then, he’d never woken up aching for them. Hell, he’d never woken up with them.
But Bree… every asshole in that bar had eye-fucked her and her friend as soon as they hit the floor. Hard to miss them, dressed in cut-offs and t-shirts. Not the usual biker babes and Special Forces groupies that hung around The Deck, looking for a quick thrill. That kiss in the hall had made him feel something for the first time in a long time. He’d barely refrained from fucking her in the taxi. The only thing that stopped him was the audience. If he’d been sober enough to drive, he probably wouldn’t have gotten further than the cab of his truck.
That had been one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever had. Her long auburn hair, tangled from his hands, had been spread out on the bed, and he’d been ready to go again. He groaned remembering how she tasted coming in his mouth.
What the hell was taking her so long?
He got out of bed, pulled on his boxers, and headed down the hall past the dark, empty bathroom.
Where is she?
Jase walked into the dim living room. Her shoes and keys were gone.
“What the fuck?”
“She bailed, dude,” Chris said as he sat up on the couch, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes before running his hands back and forth over his head. “She left about an hour ago.”
“You didn’t try to stop her?”
“Short of tackling her and hog-tying her until you woke up, what did you want me to do?”
“Wake my ass up.”
“Why were you asleep in the first place? Fine piece of ass in my bed, I wouldn’t have been sleeping.”
“Don’t call her a piece of ass. Your place was closer.”
“Didn’t want to wait the half hour drive to your place?”
“No.”
“Figured. Wash my sheets.” He got up and headed to the kitchen.
“Yeah, sure. I thought you were going to be gone for another week.” Jase collapsed on the recliner.
