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Jake lifted a shoulder. "Maybe so."
She nodded, as if it was that simple. After all, she'd tried that for the past three years to no avail. He was like the plague, sticking to her, surrounding her with his damn masculinity, with the adorable way he scratched his head when he stood in front of the fridge at the firehouse, trying to decide between diet soda or iced tea, with the way he fed the little sparrows crumbs of his sandwich on the doorstep of the firehouse. Sure, she'd stop thinking about how she loved Jake. Easy peasy.
"I should probably go,'' he said.
"Do you want me to pay you?"
"No." He looked insulted.
“At least reimburse the price of the football ticket?"
"I'm not rolling in the dough, but I can swing a ticket to a high school football game." He opened the door, stepping out onto the moonlit porch. Eva followed like a good hostess, like a parent sending off the babysitter... like a woman who enjoyed the backside of a certain sexy firefighter.
"Well, good night," she said, lowering her voice in the intimacy of the inky night. The darkness was soft, the way Southern nights often were. Crickets chirped a lullaby.
"Good night, Eva," he said, setting a hand high on the stacked-stone column, staring out at the lawn coated in moonlight.
She waited a few seconds. "Jake?"
"Thing is, it isn't so easy to stop thinking about it."
"It?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
''The kiss.”
"Which one?"
He gave a small laugh. “The last one."
The one that had pooled hot, wet desire in her stomach, the one that had smacked through her thinly built wall of immunity to his charms like a toddler knocking down a block castle. His kiss had opened the floodgates of all that she felt for him.
"We said..." She trailed off because they'd already beaten a dead horse with what they should do.Doingit was the problem. Staying away from each other, trying to go back to normal, pretending the kiss hadn't happened, wasn't working.
"Why can't I stop seeing you in a different light? You're killing me, Eva. You really, really are.”
And then he walked back to her, sliding a hand to her face. "You're so beautiful. You've always been pretty. I knew that from day one, but now... now you're like something that needs to be touched." His fingers brushed back her hair, turning so his knuckles bussed her cheek.
“Jake”
“My name on your lips sounds so different now. Like sex. My name on your lips sounds like sex.”
Eva inhaled sharply, sucking in the smell of this man she wanted so damn badly. Her pulse skidded out of control, and that age-old need to be claimed flooded her, wiping away intentions. "Jake."
''Exactly," he said, lowering his head. She rose on her toes, and their lips met.
And this time it wasn't about her kissing him or him kissing her.
This time they kissed each other.
JAKE HADN’TMEANT to kiss Eva.
But once his lips touched hers, he was lost. He could have never imagined how good she tasted, how perfectly she fit against him. And now that he knew, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.
More of Eva.
Eva sighed, her arms fluttering against his waist as he deepened the kiss. She tasted of wine and something he couldn’t catch hold of. Maybe it was rightness. Because she damn sure felt perfect in his arms.
Pressing her backwards, he moved her so she hit the side of her house, grunting in satisfaction as his hard angles pressed against her soft body.
