He smirks then shakes his head. “Answer the question, missy. Truthfully.”
“Yeah, I did. I had this innocent little crush on you when I was a teen, which was kind of ridiculous, considering you barely said more than a sentence to me whenever you and Kaden came over the house.”
“Well, it would’ve been weird, and illegal, for a guy in his twenties to start chatting up his friend’s teenage sister.”
“I know that. But most of the time, it felt like I didn’t exist to you. I know you never meant to make me feel that way—it’s just how I felt back then,” she admits at she lifts a shoulder in a casual shrug. “And just so you know… you were actually my first real crush.”
His eyebrows shoot up, eyes widening in disbelief. “You’re joking.”
I shake my head. “I’m being totally honest. But anyway, that’s all in the past now.”
“Yeah,” is all he says. A flicker of something, disappointment maybe, briefly crosses his face before he masks it again. “So, what’s your next question?” he asks.
“Why were you thinking about me?”
He exhales slowly, leaning forward just a little. “Because the more time we spent together, talking, connecting, the more I felt something for you. And I didn’t exactly know what to do with that. You’re my son’s babysitter, and my friend’smuchyounger sister. I wasn’t supposed to be feeling the way I was with you. So that’s why I started dating Gemma… hoping it would distract me from having thoughts about you.”
“And did it work?” I ask, surprised by my own boldness. I’m not sure where this sudden boost of courage is coming from, but I’m not ready to stop now.
“No, it didn’t. If anything, being with her only made what I felt for you so much stronger. But then you started seeing Dean, and I knew I’d missed my chance. You seemed happy with him, and I won’t lie, that stung a little.”
“I’m sorry. I had no idea you felt that way.”
He shrugs casually. “It is what it is, I guess.”
Our eyes lock, and in that instant, something unspoken and undeniable passes between us.I can’t help but think that if I’d known about Jason’s true feelings for me, Dean and I would’ve never happened. I could have spared myself all the pain and heartache. The irony is that Jason has no idea I’ve always felt something for him too—something deeper, more real, than anything I’ve ever felt with anyone else.
Neither of us makes a move to break the silence, but the tension grows heavier with each passing second. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I ask the one question that I know will changeeverythingbetween us.
“Tell me, what are you thinking right now?”
He bites his bottom lip, the gesture dangerously seductive, his gaze lingering on my mouth with intense heat and desire. “I’m thinking about coming over there,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with intent,“pinning you against the edge and kissing you so hard that for a moment, you forget where we are.”
Oh. My. God.
CHAPTER 29
Jason
She takes in a sharp breath, clearly not expecting me to say those words so plainly. For a long minute I think I’ve crossed the line, come on a little too strong, and that she’s already thinking of a hundred ways to make a quick exit.But then her teeth graze the bottom of her lip, an involuntary move that grabs my complete attention, before a slow, alluring smile curves across her face.
“Well, then... what the hell are you waiting for?” she says in a low, teasing drawl.
That’s all I need to hear before I’m closing the distance, slowly, silently, intently, like a predator stalking its prey. She holds my gaze, eyes shimmering with anticipation and desire.
Within seconds, I’m on her, pressing her warm, trembling body between mine and the spa wall.She doesn’t move, her eyes fixating on my chest as if she’s too nervous to meet my gaze. Gripping her damp hair, I wrap it around my fist, and tilt her head up, urging her to face me—to surrender herself and just let go.
“Tell me to stop now,”I warn, my voice taut and rough with heat.“Because if you don’t, nothing’s going to stop me from doing what I’ve wanted to do to you for so long.”
As if suddenly reclaiming her confidence, she shakes her head and lifts her chin, holding my gaze with a subtle challenge. “Do it. I dare you,”she whispers, her breath a warm caress on my skin.
In the next breath, I crash my mouth to hers, the kiss so dizzying that it nearly sends us both slipping beneath the water. Quick reflexes have me gripping the edge of the spa to steady us, as a soft giggle escapes her lips.
I pin her against the jet wall, and she instinctively wraps her smooth legs tightly around my back, holding me like she’s desperate to get as close to me as humanly possible. And when she starts moving her hips, grinding her centre against my hard aching cock, with slow, sensual undulations, I almost fucking lose it.
Resting my forehead against hers, I just need a moment to catch my breath. “I need to slow down, baby,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “Otherwise this will all end far too soon for my liking.”
Her eyes grow heavy, laden with heat and simmering need, and for a minute I allow myself to take in every detail of her face. Mila Rivera is perhaps the most captivating woman I’ve ever met. There’s just something about her that stirs something deep within me. Like tiny electric sparks coursing through my veins, bringing back to life everything that’s lain dormant for years.
