She jerked some more, covered herself. “Then I have to let Tesha out.”
“Already done. Twice. And I fed her.”
“Why’d you let me sleep so long?” she asked, slightly put off by the fact he’d taken care of things she should’ve been handling.
“I figured you needed it.”
The mattress shifted. Warm breath fanned her shoulder blade.
JJ’s first instinct was to kick him out, to pretend last night meant absolutely nothing. Or better yet, that it hadn’t happened.
Only, something deep inside her didn’t want to let go of it yet. Whatever happened between her and Baz … it had been different. So very different than anything she’d ever experienced, and there was this teeny tiny part of herself that was considering keeping him.
Did it scare her?
Oh, fuck yeah. Made her nervous as hell. Nothing in her life had ever gone well, and she seriously doubted it was going to start now. But damn if she didn’t need something positive to help her get through these cold, lonely nights. She deserved that much, didn’t she?
“Make you breakfast?” Baz offered. “I can fry up some bacon, scramble some eggs.”
JJ twisted to look at him. “You really cook?”
“I’ve been known to, sure. Not one of my favorite things, but I’m capable in the kitchen.”
“The many stepmoms teach you that?”
“Actually, no. That would’ve been Anna. My nanny.”
“You had a nanny?”
“Of course.” He smiled. “I mean, who else was gonna take care of me with all those weddin’s goin’ on?”
She wasn’t sure how he was so blasé about his parents’ obvious disregard for the sanctity of marriage. JJ would go so far as to say it didn’t bother him. Her outlook wasn’t much different, she figured. Her parents had made it until Jeremy killed himself. They hadn’t been strong enough to last after that. The blame—on each other, on her, but never on Jeremy—had gotten the best of them all and her family structure had crumbled.
Baz reached over, turned her chin toward him. With his fingers lightly grazing her jaw, he kissed her. And right then and there, JJ forgot all about … everything.
“It’s gonna be damn hard to keep my hands off you at the office,” he whispered as he pulled her back, his upper body leaning over hers as he tugged the sheet down. “I’ll be thinkin’ about you just like this.”
“Like what?” she asked, staring up into his ridiculously handsome face, the tousled, dark blond hair, those teal-blue eyes.
“Soft and warm. Naked.” He dragged his lips along her jaw, his hand skimming her belly and pausing when she spread her legs. “Wet.”
JJ moaned when he dipped two fingers inside her.
“Never get enough,” he mumbled as he fingered her.
She turned her head, found his mouth with her own. The kiss was slow, a contradiction to the way his fingers began fucking into her, deeper, faster. JJ’s breaths labored, her chest rising and falling as the waves of undeniable pleasure crashed through her. Her hips began to rock, meeting him thrust for thrust as she chased the release that would leave her reeling.
“Come for me, JJ,” Baz growled softly. “Come for me so I can fuck you.”
In any other context, any other cadence, those words would’ve been crass. Coming from Baz, said in that deep, raspy baritone … they were enough to trigger her, to send her spiraling.
She had no idea when he’d donned the condom, nor did she care. In one quick shift, he was over her, in her, sliding in deep. Her body acclimated to the exquisite intrusion when she wrapped her legs around his hips. JJ dug her ankles into his ass, urging him to go deeper. He gave her exactly what she needed, their bodies moving in a rhythm that seemed natural, as though they’d been meant for this.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, an orgasm taking her completely by surprise, the fierce sensations shredding her as they flowed up from her core, through the rest of her, and out through her fingers.
Baz grunted, lifting his upper body, staring down into her face, punching his hips forward.
Another orgasm stole through her, smaller than the first but no less lethal.
“Fuck yes … JJ,” Baz growled, his body stilling as he crested that hill right along with her.Chapter EighteenTuesday, November 24, 2020Brantley woke with a crick in his neck and a mild headache coming on. He’d known he would. Sleeping in a vehicle wasn’t something he’d done in quite some time now, and his body had gotten used to the comfort of a bed. And the warm, hard body that shared that bed.
Last night, he’d slept alone in the front seat of an SUV, which explained the dull throb in his skull. Not a migraine, thank God, but still painful.
“Got any ibuprofen?” he asked as he pushed the button to bring his chair upright, pulling his sunglasses off his face and setting them on the dash. “Any sign of them?”
