“No, I went into the spare room before sunrise. I heard him get up, and I needed a run, so he came with me.”
“Well, now it’s my turn to cook breakfast for you two.” Jamie comes close, dressed in nothing but his running shorts, his upper body slick and hard and so fine, all I want to do is go up on my toes and kiss him.
“Did you miss me?” he asks playfully.
“You know I did. Did you miss me?”
“Yeah, and I want to kiss you so fucking bad right now,” he says, his breath coming a little faster as his gaze drops to my mouth. I look past his shoulder’s, and listen to Chase’s footsteps climbing the stairs.
“I won’t deny you what you want,” I tease, and wet my bottom lip in preparation.
He growls, slides one hand around my waist, and drags me to him. His mouth captures mine, and the kiss is slow and soft at first, an easy exploration. But when I sag against him, put my hands on his chest and scratch slightly, it brings out the beast in him. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding in to play with mine as he backs me up, presses his hard erection against my body.
After last night, and all the fun we had, it’s insane that he’s hard again—insane how much I want him again. I guess so many years of pent up passion has turned me into a regular old nymphomaniac. But I don’t suspect I’d be this way with anyone but this man.
He angles his head, and claims my mouth with his, stealing the breath from my lungs. Honestly, how can a man who wants only a physical relationship kiss me like that? Like he means it. Like maybe he wants more and doesn’t know it.
Okay, Fallon. Cut it out, that’s just wishful thinking.
A knock sounds on the door, and we jump apart. I’m breathing hard, my body on fire, my skin flushed, when I ask, “Who could that be?” A sickening knot grips my gut, and for a minute I worry that it’s Sara, coming back to patch things up with her man.
Would Jamie want that?
The door flings open and loud chatter reaches my ears as I see the four guys, the four women and the three kids come busting in, carrying delicious smelling casserole dishes and paper bags and juice containers.
“What’s going on?” Jamie asks.
“Breakfast,” Cole says.
“I was just about to cook,” I say, my gaze darting from one person to the other trying to figure out what’s going on.
“We have a ton of food here,” Katee says, then goes still. “Wait, did Luke forget to tell you that we were all having breakfast here?”
Jamie punches Luke on the arm. “Yeah, he kind of did,” Jamie says but he doesn’t look like he minds the interruption. I don’t either.
“I had other things on my mind, baby,” Luke says and pulls her in for a kiss.
“Get a room,” Jonah says as pushes passed them. “I’m starving.”
“Me, too,” Jamie says, and I laugh.
“You’re always hungry,” I say but when he turns to me, and I catch the promise in his eyes, one that says we’ll be finishing what we started here, a fine shiver moves through me.
“I’ll go get a shirt on,” he says.
“Where’s Chase?” Daisy asks, her curls bouncing as she searches the room.
“He’s upstairs, come with me and I’ll help you find him.”
The kids all dash upstairs with Jamie, and Katee sidles up to me. “We weren’t catching you at a bad time, were we?”
“No,” I say quickly, too quickly, and she laughs.
“You’re looking a bit flushed,” she says. “If you want us to go, we will and we’ll take Chase.”
I fan my hand in front of my face, but Katee is no fool. “No. No. It’s just hot here at the beach,” I explain with a grin, but then my thoughts go back to Sara. Guilt for keeping the phone call from Jamie eats at me. Should I tell him? Heck, Sara was my friend, my confidante. She’s the one I’d go to when I was having a dilemma. I can’t very well go to her now, and ask what she thinks I should do.
“You might as well put the eggs and bacon away,” Quinn says. “The hostess never has to cook and we have enough food here to feed an army.”