“About twenty-five minutes.”
Jase uncrossed his legs and arms and closed the distance. Without breaking eye contact, he picked her up and carried out of the kitchen, over to the couch. He sat in the center, forcing Bree to straddle his lap. He moved his hands into her hair and pulled her head close to his.
“I need you to be safe,” he said softly. “Even if you don’t think Chad is a threat, fine. But someone’s leaving notes on bodies addressed to you. We have no idea who they are or what they want.”
Bree looked closely at Jase. She saw beyond his anger and stress and found the concern etched on his face. She leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth, trying to ease the tension.
“I’m sorry you were worried. I wasn’t thinking about anyone but you or Denise walking in.” She moved her mouth to the other side of his face and repeated her motions. “I promise to be more careful.”
He turned his head and took control of her mouth. Bree ran her hands through his short beard and grabbed the back of his neck. She rocked her hips, creating friction along the seam of her shorts. Jase groaned into her mouth and wound his arms around her back, pulling her impossibly close. Bree’s nipples pebbled upon contact with his chest and a moan slipped out. He moved his mouth to her neck. Bree’s head dropped back and she closed her eyes in bliss when his teeth scraped her sensitive flesh.
The sensations threatened to overwhelm her, and she remembered her conversation with Denise.Too fast.She’d never felt like this. Sexually or emotionally. She thought about the worry she had seen in Jase’s eyes. How could someone feel that strongly so quickly? How couldshefeel this strongly so quickly?
“Jase?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“This is going really fast.”
Jase stopped kissing her neck and pulled back slightly. “This or us?”
“Us,” she whispered.
“You scared?”
She swallowed. Lie and play it off or tell the truth and trust him not to crush her heart?
“Yes.”
“Good.” He brushed her hair away from her face. “If you weren’t scared, it wouldn’t be real. I don’t want this to be casual. There’s something about you. From the moment you walked into The Deck, laughing at whatever you and Denise were talking about, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I was pissed when you took off the next morning.”
“I got that. Why?”
“I don’t know why, I just was. Sometimes you just know.”
“What do you know?”
“It’s real. It’s important. You don’t waste time over analyzing it or wondering why. You just go where the ride takes you.”
“Scary ride.”
Jase smiled. “Best rides usually are.”
“What happens when you want to get off?”
Jase’s smile turned sensual and he rocked his hips, rubbing against the juncture of Bree’s legs.
“That’s not the kind of getting off I’m talking about.” She slapped his chest.
“Bree, this is the first ride I’ve wanted to be on in a long time. I don’t see myself getting off any time soon. And if it ever gets to that point, I’m going to get right back in line to ride it again.”
She bit at her bottom lip. “I’m not sure how I feel about this analogy anymore.”
He pulled Bree back against him. “You wanna quit talking metaphorically and get on board?” His grin was lascivious. He dropped his hands to her hips and rocked her against his erection straining the zipper of his jeans.
Bree moved her hands from his shoulders to the button of his jeans. Just as she slipped her fingers into the waistband, the timer on the stove went off.
“We interrupt this program to bring you the following breaking news story…” She pulled her hand out of his pants. “Dinner’s ready.”
