His eyes snapped open with the soft slide of the door as it opened. Raising his head, he caught Mrs. France backing out of the door, a small smiled on her face.
Busted.
Oh, well. Her parents would find out he and Emme were together eventually. She snored softly in his arms. He ran his hand up and down her back. “Emme. Time to wake up.”
“Mmm.” She rubbed her face in his neck and moved closer.
He traced her cheek with his thumb. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
She put her hand over his and moved it down to her chest, manipulating his hand to plump and rub her breast.
Blood shot straight to his cock. Fuck. They didn’t have time.
“Babe, your mom came in to check on us. We should probably get up.”
In one motion, her eyes flew open and she rolled away from him, off the bed. She stood with her hands braced on the edge of the mattress. “What?”
Propping himself up on an elbow, he grinned. “She poked her head in and checked on us.”
She pushed her hair away from her face. “What did you do? Did she say anything?”
He chuckled. “She didn’t say anything. I woke you up.”
“Oh my god. My mom caught me in bed with a guy.” She covered her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Why? You were married. I’m pretty sure she knows you’re not a virgin. Besides, we’re fully clothed.”
She dropped her hands to her hips. “Jordan!”
“What? I don’t think she was upset.” He sat up and swung his legs off the bed. “She didn’t barge in and demand I quit defiling her only daughter.” Walking around the bed, he pulled her into a loose hug.
“Fine, but don’t blame me if my dad shoots you when we get downstairs.”
Laughing, he kissed the side of her neck. “I think we’ll be good. I’m going to hit the head first.”
“Okay.”
She moved to pull away. “Not yet. I haven’t tasted you in hours.” Cupping the back of her head, he took her mouth. She opened under him with a small moan, her tongue surging forward to tangle with his. She raised up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her body closer.
The weight of her breasts pushed against his chest and his erection strained against the zipper of his pants. Groaning, he ended the kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “I definitely need a few extra minutes before I go downstairs.”
“Please don’t walk downstairs with a hard-on.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
Her head jerked up. “Oh my god! Don’t do that either!”
He threw his head back and laughed. “There are other ways to get rid of a hard-on besides jacking off.”
“Huh.”
“What’s huh?”
“I’ve never thought about it before. Girls don’t have to worry about those things.”
“Yeah, guess not.” He swatted her on the butt. “Come on. Let’s go face the firing squad.”
“Keep joking. It’s all fun and games until I have to dig a bullet out of your ass.”
