Worth It All(82)

She found it even funnier to brush her breasts against his chest every time they passed each other in the small sitting area between the two bedrooms. Just a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows made him groan.

After twenty minutes, Casey was finally asleep. She found Jake sitting on the edge of their bed in the dark. She left their door open a crack, like she’d done with Casey’s, and went to him.

“You think you’re very funny, don’t you?”

“Yes. Very.” She straddled his lap, kissed his lips, his cheeks, his neck. She wanted to see him, feel him without this damn shirt blocking her view. She went after his buttons, working each one. “I’ve been waiting to undress you for a long time.”

“Really?” His smile was purely wicked. “You should have told me that.”

When he was finally free of it, she put her lips to his neck again and inhaled. He always smelled so good. A sexy, musky scent mixed with fresh shaving cream. She nipped at his throat, working her way down to his chest. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, his skin burning over hard muscle, and all for her. Hot hands began a sensual glide down her back, and soon being funny was the furthest thing from her mind.

“Arms up.”

With her eyes locked with his, she raised her arms above her head and watched him as he peeled the top up and over. His eyes were dark with desire that she was sure matched her own.

He got rid of her bra, then spread his hands over her breasts, cupped them, tasted them. Pleasure shimmered through her, dissolving into a moan. “So good.” With one hand roaming his back and the other holding his head at her chest, she rocked against his erection.

He cursed and stood and she laughed against his lips as he tumbled them to the mattress. And then she wasn’t laughing anymore. He loved her thoroughly, exploring every inch of her. Some minutes later pants were discarded, panties and boxers disappeared. She sighed at the exquisiteness of Jake, skin to skin, nothing between them.

His hands were everywhere, followed by his mouth. His touch was familiar now and so much better because of it. Jake knew exactly where and how to touch her, how long and how fast. He owned her, every inch of her belonged to him, and she still wanted to give more. Like the entire world came down to the two of them touching.

They were both wild, a bit reckless, and when they were both desperate and on edge, he filled her. One long stroke that stole her breath.

“Don’t move.” His voice was commanding and thick with need.

She couldn’t move, she was drowning in his eyes, rocked to her very core by their joining. But it was the tender stroke of his hand over her hair while he whispered her name that brought the tears. She loved him. The words were in her heart but stuck in her throat.

“Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Just be with me.”

She lost herself with him and in him, and as scary as it was, it was also the most wonderful feeling she’d ever known. She gave herself over to him and let Jake take her wherever he wanted, and it was beautiful.





Chapter 30


“It’s done,” JT said later that week, referring to the finger plate. “We’ll wait to hear back from the patent office, but the trials are over.”

Simon glanced up from where he was kicked back at one of JT’s workstations, fiddling with a bionic arm mock-up. “Sweet. That was a good job, man. Lynn and her money minions will be pleased. So how’d your weekend go?”

“Good.” He turned back to his monitor and rubbed a hand over his face. Better than good. It had only been a couple of days, but he missed the time when he had Paige and Casey all to himself. That wasn’t happening now.

“Hey, Jenny wants the four of us to go out to dinner tonight. I’m sure I can get my sister to babysit.”

Jenny and Simon. He was still wrapping his head around that. “Sounds good, but she’s working.”

“Sounds like someone’s feeling lonely.”

He didn’t blame her, he admired her. Didn’t mean he liked it.

“So it’s getting serious?”

He loved her. It was that serious. So much he was stupid with it. It was killing him, watching her struggle when he knew he could make things so much easier.

Simon looked up from his phone. “Okay, so it’s obvious how you feel. Does she feel the same?”

“I don’t know. She’s…cautious.” He laughed softly, thinking that was putting it mildly. He needed to go slow, but they were his and he was theirs. He knew that without a doubt. Felt it in the way Paige kissed him or turned into him in the night. And the way Casey held on to his hand, blue eyes gazing up at him.

He’d go slow, but not too slow.