“He’s an asshole, Jill. Nothing much you can do about it.” I touched her arm, and our eyes met.
Yesterday, her grayish-blue eyes had been soft and vulnerable, but now, they were more like steel in the sunlight that was filling the kitchen with early evening gold. It took my breath away.
I raised the small white bag with the Meager Grand Cafe logo on it. “Maybe you need a double creamy mocha thingy to make you feel better?”
“A mocha thingy?” She grinned. I’d made her day. “Decaf?”
“Of course, decaf.” I handed her the bag, and she quickly uncurled the top.
“Of course,” Jill murmured. She chewed on her lips staring into the bag. “Thank you.”
“Rae’s prescriptions are here.” I tossed two stapled bags from Walgreens on the counter. “Tania had a meeting and got stuck and—”
“Thank you. I was in Rapid at a Mommy and Me class with Becca and my battery died—”
“No problem, and this is for Becca.” I put another Walgreens bag on the counter.
One of those huge smiles of hers broke over her face. “What did you get her now?” She opened the bag. “A tea set?” She took it out of the bag and removed the plastic cups, saucers, and teapot from the packaging. “Oh my gosh, she’s going to love it. Thank you. I’ll wash it and have it ready for her.”
I leaned over the counter as she popped a straw through the iced coffee and drew on her liquid paradise. Her pouty lips rolled as she swirled the coffee in that mouth of hers.
“God, that’s good.” She licked her lips.
I stared at her, my nerves popping off one by one like a well-timed firework display.
Her eyes found mine. “You didn’t have to come over, Boner.”
Oh, yes, I fucking did.
“I needed a break from work.”
“Thank you—for everything.” Her hand made a sweeping gesture over the prescriptions and the toys lying on the counter.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“You hate it when I say thank you, don’t you?” Laughing, she moved next to me and leaned in close, standing on her toes. A haze of coffee and chocolate rose between us. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
She planted a kiss on the side of my face, and I let out a muffled grunt.
She settled back down on her heels, our eyes locked on each other’s.
My breathing suddenly hit fifth gear. I liked her close. I wanted her closer.
My fingers cupped her face. So soft, so—
“Boner,” she breathed, a hand clutching my side.
That urgent whisper, her tugging on my shirt. I grabbed the coffee from her hand, and it hit the counter with a plonk. I crashed my mouth onto hers, my tongue invading. Sweet coffee, icy cold and wet hot. Her tongue lashed against mine, and she wrapped her arms around my middle, pressing against me.
Jill.
I devoured, I tasted, I took, and she was the victor.
I lifted her onto the counter, and she let out a tiny gasp. The cotton fabric of her skirt was a pathetic barrier to the storm raging between us.
My forehead slid against hers. “Rae here?” I whispered against her mouth, my fingers smoothing down her throat, across her chest.
Her flesh trembled under my touch.
“She’s next door.”
My hand tucked under her skirt, sliding up a smooth bare thigh. She immediately parted her legs for me. My fingers brushed past the damp fabric at her center, pulling it out of my way, as her body quivered in my hold.
“Yes,” she cried out.
With that cry, she gave me a piece of herself that I didn’t want to let go of, only wanted more of.
My knuckles brushed her wet heat once, twice, my pulse spinning out of control. Two of my fingers nestled around the lushness of her clit and stroked.
I groaned. “Fuck.”
Clutching my arms, she let out a low moan, and I swallowed it with my mouth as I gently stroked her. Her eyelids sank closed. I gripped her other thigh with my free hand, and she arched her back. Her eyes opened and melted with mine, her fingers digging into my sides.
Those stormy blue eyes begged, pleaded, demanded.
I’ll give it to you. Fuck, I’ll give it all to you.
My thumb circled her stiff clit, and she let out another moan, which shuddered right through me.
“You like me touching you, Jillee?” I slid two fingers inside her silky heat.
Fuck, yes.
Her body tightened around mine, small cries slipping from her quivering lips.
I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth. “You like me inside your cunt, baby?”
“Ma! Ma! Ma!” Becca shouted from the living room.
We froze. A toy squawked and honked in the distance, and Becca cried out again.
Jill buried her face in my shoulder, her breathing ragged, her body trembling. I held her tight against the painful crash of being denied.
What the fuck are we doing again?
I let go of her and stepped back. She licked her lips, her face blooming in different shades of pink and red.
“I’ll get her.” I washed my hands at the sink as she smoothed her skirt down over her bare legs.
Those legs.