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“Hey, I’m sorry. I thought you might have given up on me and gone to bed. Jacob woke up as I was putting him down. It took me a while to get him off again.” He sits on the sofa next to me and I pass him his beer from the table.
“No worries. Is he settled now?”
He nods before taking a pull of his beer. “Fast asleep.”
A silence descends over us, the background noise from the television the only sound in the room.
“Tonight was fun, right?” he asks as he takes another pull of his beer.
“Yeah, it really was,” I agree.
“Well, you’ve definitely come away from tonight with one admirer, that’s for sure.” He chuckles and bumps his shoulder with mine.
My cheeks flush and my stomach flips. “I have?” I ask quietly, my fingers playing with the stem of my wineglass.
“Yeah. Jacob adores you.” My heart sinks when I realize he’s not talking about himself. Of course he’s not, why would he? We only met a few hours ago. “I’ve never seen him so comfortable with someone he’s only just met. You must be pretty special.” Despite my initial reaction to his comment, my heart warms thinking Jacob likes me.
“I’m not sure about special. I think I won him over with my car playing skills.” I chuckle as I turn to look at him. “What can I say, I’m a big kid at heart.”
“I think you’re pretty special.” His voice is low and I barely hear him over the noise of the television. “You definitely won me over.”
“I did?” I mutter, my eyes finding his.
“Yeah, the second I saw you.”
“Oh…” I reply, not knowing what to say. He puts his half-empty bottle of beer on the table in front of us and reaches for my glass, setting it down next to his.
“Do you think I could kiss you now? I might go mad if I have to wait a minute longer.”
My eyes widen in surprise. No one has ever asked if they can kiss me before. I don’t know if it’s his British accent or whether it’s just because it’s him, but I’ve never heard anything sexier.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you to go mad because of me,” I whisper, my eyes already dropping to his lips. Despite only meeting a few hours ago, I’ve thought a lot about how it would feel to kiss him. My heart pounds in my chest as he turns to face me on the sofa, his hand snaking into my hair. His palm cups my face and his thumb gently strokes my cheek. As he lowers his mouth toward mine, I close my eyes. When I don’t feel his lips a few seconds later, I open one eye, only to see him staring at me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, self-conscious I have lasagna from earlier around my mouth.
He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just wanted to remember this moment.”
His lips crash against mine before I have a chance to say anything, and I find myself tugging on his t-shirt in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as possible. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, and I open to him. It’s the most perfect kiss I’ve ever received, and my whole body feels alive. My fingers leave his t-shirt as my hands trace up his toned chest and over his shoulders, my fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck. In one swift movement, he’s laid me on the sofa, his body over the top of me. His weight presses me into the cushions, and I can feel his erection against my thigh. I shamelessly raise my hips to try and find some relief for the growing ache that’s building between my legs. When I grind against him, he moans into my mouth, and that turns me on even more.
“God, Aria,” he says against my lips as he pulls out of the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “We’ve got to stop.” His breathing is labored, and I’m panting too. “If we don’t, I’m going to take you right here on this sofa.”
His words make the ache between my legs even stronger and I tilt my head, capturing his lips with mine. I pepper kisses around his jaw and my lips come to a stop by his ear. “You know that turns me on even more, right?” I whisper, nibbling gently on his ear.
“You’re killing me,” he groans. “I should have chosen the cabin.”
Lifting my head, I see the pained expression on his face. “What cabin?”
He sits up and pulls me up with him. His arm goes around my shoulder and he holds me tight against his chest. “When I knew I was coming, Aunt Claire offered me a room in the ranch house or a cabin that wasn’t in use. I chose the house. I’m thinking I made the wrong choice.”
I chuckle.
He leans down and kisses me again. “Tell me about you. Lib and I have talked all night about us. I want to know about you.”
“There isn’t much to know. If I tell you quickly, can we get back to making out?”
He laughs, and if possible, pulls me even closer to him.
“Oh, there will be plenty of making out, don’t worry.”
