Page 16 of Jacob Michaels is Not Crazy

Everything felt so right, though. I felt compelled to tiptoe up behind Lucas and wrap my arms around him and nibble at his neck. Wanting to feel him jump in pleasant surprise and chuckle sexily as my mouth worked at his flesh. I wanted to make him feel even more enamored with me and my body. Wanted him to know that I loved his body. The desire to make him realize our bodies were made for each other’s made my gut flutter.

That is batshit crazy.

You’ve known him for DAYS.

You’ve worked with some of the hottest, sexiest, most desirable men on the planet and never felt this way.

Maybe you thought they’d be good to see naked or have sex with, sure.

But you didn’t daydream about them.

God, Lucas sets my skin on fire.

Stop it, brain!

Goddamnit!

“What do vegetarians make for breakfast at home?” I asked the most neutral question that came to mind.

Lucas looked up from the stove as I tiptoed into the kitchen and slid onto one of the barstools across from him at the counter. The guy made cooking look absolutely luscious.

“Well, I don’t have any meat, but I thought I’d make eggs and hash browns?” He gave a slight shrug, his eyes on mine for a moment, then my arms, then back to my eyes. “I want to do bad things with you.”

“You know this is ridiculous, right?”

“Yes.” The word was a satisfied exhalation.

“Okay.”

“Don’t ruin it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He nodded, then his smile reappeared. “I’m going to make you eggs and hash browns. And you’re going to love it. And you’ll have a big cup of coffee. After thirty minutes, it’s back into the water, Rob.”

“Is that what we’re going to call it?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s the nicest thing I could think of to call it.”

“It wasn’t a bad effort.”

“Scale of one to ten.” He gave me an upward nod. “What do you think?”

“Of…the water?”

He made a humming noise in response.

“I don’t want to answer that.”

“Why not?” He chuckled nervously.

“Not because it’s bad.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “I don’t want to talk about how much I like having—the water—with you. I’m not in love with you, Lucas.”

“Yet.”

“Maybe.”

“How many more times before you are?”