Holding the condom in his hand, she pressed a kiss to his mouth and started humming something against his lips. A song he vaguely recognized. From a game show.
Wait, what the hell was she doing? He pulled back.
“Well, don’t stop.” She gripped his back, pulled him to her, and started humming again.
“Are you humming the theme song toJeopardyduring foreplay?” Women had done a lot of shit in bed with him, but he’d never had one do that.
“Uh-huh,” she muttered, catching his mouth with hers in a kiss that defied all reason.
She pressed herself against him so there was nothing he wanted more than to be inside her.
She rolled him so she was on top and ran her palms over his bare abs, working her way down the muscles to his boxers. With a little help from him, she tugged his boxers off and tossed them on the floor beside the bed.
That was more like it.
She trailed little kisses along Jase’s waist, down the little line of hair leading to his—she started humming again. The laugh that burst from his mouth was totally unexpected.
This time he hauled her up his chest, flipped her on her back, and fell on top of her, holding himself up on his forearms, effectively halting progress on his own orgasm as he laughed into the sheet beside her head. “What the hell are you doing?” he finally asked.
She lifted his head with her palms, catching his gaze with her own. “You don’t like television. I figured I’d start conditioning you to enjoy it by humming theme songs while you do something enjoyable.”
Serious? She was totally serious. Her expression was one of total sincerity. For the first time sincehisfirst time, he had a woman nearly naked in his bed and he had no idea what to do with her.
Then she burst out giggling. “Sorry. I’ll be serious. Look, this is me being serious.”
“I have no idea what to do with you, sugar.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth, both of them chuckling against each other. She ran her hands down his back, and it took less than two seconds for things to heat back up. The laughter turned into a moan, and he made sure Alex Trebek was the furthest thing from her mind.
Condom still in hand, he slipped the latex over his ready-to-get-in-on-the-action dick.
Then he was inside her. And it was amazing, her body wrapped around him.
And screw it all…tryingwas fucking fun.
15
Chapter Fifteen
Heather burrowed under the covers of Jase’s bed, his thigh between her legs, his arm draped across her belly. They’d spent the day together, and the night, and now Monday had arrived. She had to get home, showered, and to the shop before it opened.
She started to roll away from Jase, but his arm tightened.
“Stay.” The word was muffled by his pillow.
“Work,” she replied, brushing the hair from his forehead.
“Stay.” His thigh began to rub against her core, the sparks between them burning bright. “Please,” he muttered before turning his body along the length of hers.
“Cookies don’t bake themselves.” She pecked a kiss against his lips. “And I’ve got to meet with the retirement-home director in a few hours about prom logistics.”
“You want to talk about prom decorations?” His hand trailed over her belly, and, oh, screw it. Talking about prom was basically like going to work while staying in bed.
She led his hand lower past the waistband of her panties. “Sure.”
That was basically work, anyway. They could multitask.
He smiled and proceeded to move his fingers to the spot that would definitely have her calling in for a personal day. “I was thinking about our garden theme. Drew some sketches of what I’m thinking for the event.”
He withdrew his hand to grab a sketch pad from the crate nightstand.
