Page 67 of Only You

Chuckling, he resumed kissing her while his hands continued their exploration. With every touch, her lady parts pulsed with need. Soon, Jack moved his hands around to her front and cupped her breasts over her bra. Underneath her heavy sweater, she’d worn a sheer bra, and she felt everything. He rubbed her hardened nipples with his thumbs, teasing her breasts, until she felt a familiar tightening in her core. If they kept this up, she might come with all her clothes on.

“Can I undo your bra?” Jack whispered against her lips.

“Yes. Please,” she added.

“So polite,” he teased, as his hands slid around her back.

Instead of resuming kissing, he seemed content to simply gaze at her, which made her squirm. Jack deftly unhooked her bra, and she tried not to think of all the practice he must have had, as her breasts were freed from their constraints.

Maintaining eye contact, Jack trailed his hands around and cupped her bare breasts. His chest heaved and gaze heated. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to. Kayla didn’t speak, lest she give herself away. Besides, she wasn’t interested in chatting just then.

Jack tugged on her nipples, twisting them gently between his thumbs and forefingers. Grinning, he said, “You like that.”

“Do you always talk this much during sex?” she grumbled.

His eyes widened. “Is that what we’re doing?”

“Well, not yet,” she muttered. She wiggled on his lap, seeking more pressure against her core.

“Is it on the table?” Jack asked, sounding hopeful.

“Do you mean the couch?” she joked.

“Or the bedroom?” he asked.

Kayla sucked in a breath, and her pulse raced. If they went into his bedroom, they were having sex. Is that what she wanted? “Hell, yes!” answered the devil on her shoulder. “You’ll probably regret it,” argued the angel.

Kayla must have taken too long to respond, because Jack slid his hands out from under her sweater. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

“No,” she cried. “I—”

The shrill sound of the doorbell pierced the air, bringing an abrupt end to their fumbling. Jack quickly lifted her off his lap and stood.

Kayla tried and failed to fasten her bra, while darting furtive glances at the front door. “Who could it be?”

“I don’t know. Turn around, and I’ll hook it,” Jack insisted.

She stood and presented her back to him. He fastened the hooks and tugged her sweater in place when the doorbell rang again.

“Coming!” Jack shouted. He hurriedly tucked in his shirt as he went to answer the door.

In the meantime, Kayla sat back down, grabbed a throw pillow, and hugged it to her chest. She considered running upstairs, but didn’t think she’d make it in time. She leaned back against the couch cushions, attempting to stay out of sight of the visitor.

“Hi, honey. Sorry to bother you,” Eileen said.

Kayla winced. Of all times for his parents to visit, this was the worst.

“What’s up, Mom?” Jack asked impatiently.

“I left my purse in your car,” Eileen explained. “I could have waited until tomorrow, but I figured you’d still be up, so that’s why I’m here.”

“We’re up,” Jack said. “Come inside while I go into the garage and grab it for you.”

Kayla gripped the pillow a little tighter as Jack and Eileen entered the living room. Show time. Mustering a smile, she said, “Hello, Eileen.”

“She forgot her purse in the car. I’ll be right back,” Jack said apologetically.