He couldn’t lose them. He wouldn’t do anything for that to happen.
But he wondered, and feared, was she thinking the same as him? As deeply as he was?
Or was it all about her son’s happiness and not what the two of them were experiencing?
34
HE WAS HER LIFELINE
“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be here around lunch.”
She opened the door on Monday and barely shut it before Jayce had her against the wall, his mouth on hers, his hands under her shirt and lifting it up.
“Not here,” she said. “It’s daylight and my neighbors might see.”
He laughed. “Your room. I can’t wait much longer.”
“Neither can I,” she said.
Knowing he’d spent the night on Saturday, only upstairs, but so out of reach, had been hard.
But he had his marching duty watching out for the boys.
Did he sneak downstairs around midnight and did she hear him and go out to see what was going on? Yep, she had. He was getting a drink and told her the boys were all out cold, his back hurt and he was crawling into bed, rather than staying on the floor.
She didn’t blame him.
They shared a few lip locks and up he went back to his babysitting assignment while she’d lain in bed a floor below him dreaming and waiting for this moment again.
They were kissing and reaching for each other as they walked to the back of the house. Not an easy feat with him tugging her shirt off and copping a few feels.
She wanted to do the same to him, but it was harder with his clothing.
She was in a T-shirt and shorts; he was dressed for work in jeans and a button-down shirt.
But the minute they were in her room, her fingers went to the first button and quickly made work of pushing them through the holes.
His mouth was on her neck, her palms moving to the zipper on his jeans and then shoving them down as he pulled his shirt off and tossed everything on the floor.
He bent to get his jeans, but she stopped him. “I’m on birth control if you want to skip that.”
He stopped and turned to look at her. “Are you sure?”
“I am if you are.”
“Yep,” he said, his voice low and rough before he backed her against the wall. His hand tore her shorts and panties down in one sharp pull, his mouth crashing onto hers, hungry and claiming.
She wriggled her hips, kicking the scraps of fabric away, but he was already lifting her, pressing her higher until her legs wrapped tight around his waist. He held her there pinned, their mouths locked in a fierce tangle while their bodies burned against each other but refused to fully connect.
The tease was maddening, the pleasure edged with torment. She rocked against him, grinding harder, desperate to push past his restraint, begging with her body for more than the wicked way he devoured her lips.
But if there was one thing she’d learned about Jayce, it was when he had a plan, there was no taking him off that path.
“We don’t have time,” she said, hoping that would push him some.
“Lots of time,” he said. “Shower though. I’ll need it after anyway.”
He carried her straight to the bathroom, her legs locked tight around his waist, her slick body grinding against his skin with every step. Each friction-laced movement brought her closer to the edge, but that wasn’t how she wanted to finish. She needed him inside her. Deep, snug, a perfect fit the way they always were. The way she wanted them to continue to be.
