Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she had just said that. She tucked her head back into his neck and mumbled, “Nothing.”
Jase pulled away and tipped her chin up to look at him. “What do you mean ‘instead of your alarm clock interrupting’?”
Bree cleared her throat and looked at his chin. “I may have dreamed about you doing that a couple of times over the last week.”
A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Yeah? How many times?”
Bree forced her head back under his chin and mumbled her response into this neck.
“What? I didn’t catch that.”
Bree reared her head back and practically shouted, “All of them. Jackass.”
Jase responded to her declaration with a hard, long, open-mouthed kiss that ended with him back on top of her, cradling her head between his hands.
“I hope the reality was better than the dream.”
“I came, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you did.”
“What about you?”
“Depends. What time do you have to be at work?”
“I usually show up around eight o’clock or so. I don’t have any set time, but if I’m not there by eight-thirty, the bocce ball crowd gets a little ornery. They like to get an adjustment before they start - says it improves their game.”
“Really?”
Bree shrugged. “Who knows.”
“Unfortunately, I don’t think we have time. It’s a little before seven. You can make it up to me tonight.”
Was he for real? He was passing up an orgasm. Chad would never—
No, she had to quit doing that. There was no comparison. In the short time she’d known Jase, he’d shown himself to be caring and unselfish. Bossy and a little overbearing, but still unselfish. Everything Chad had never been. She just had to stop judging Jase against the low standard Chad had set. The low standard she had accepted for far too long.
“Why don’t you take a shower,” he suggested. “I’ll fix us something to take with us and take you to your car.”
“Crap. I forgot you kidnapped me. I forgot about my house.” She stared at the ceiling. Bossy and overbearing at the forefront of her mind.
Jase leaned down and nipped her chin. “Don’t worry about it. Do what you gotta do this morning. I’ll handle your locks for you.”
Bree searched his face. “You sure?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t sure,” he said. “Get dressed so we can go and you don’t get assaulted by a bunch of old people.”
Bree leaned up and brushed her lips against Jase’s. “Thank you.”
He rubbed his nose against hers before getting out of bed. She watched his naked butt as he grabbed a pair of boxers from the floor. “Thirty minutes, woman,” he said as he left the room.
Bree grinned and looked over the edge of the bed for Polly. Her dog raised her head and gave Bree a puppy grin. “Like he would leave me.”
She glanced around his bedroom, taking in everything she had missed last night. The bed had a simple distressed wood slat headboard that looked like it was made from reclaimed barn wood. Two solid night stands, and a large, antique-looking dresser. Her duffle bag sat in a worn leather recliner tucked into a window alcove. None of it matched, but oddly it all worked together. She got out of bed, dug through her bag for her shower items, and headed to the bathroom.
Bree stopped, the antique high-back porcelain claw-foot soaking tub taking up the wall under the small window calling to her. Her shoulders dropped - no time for a bath. She closed her eyes and envisioned herself leaning back against the cool porcelain, scented bubbles piled high around her shoulders.
Her vision shifted. Jase sat behind her, one hand caressing her breast while the other played with her clit. She shook her head and opened her eyes.Seriously woman, get a hold of yourself. You’d think I’d never had sex before.
