AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Do we have bacon? 'Cause I can't eat my pancakes without bacon."
"Yeah." He rose and went to the pantry and started gathering all the dry ingredients, including the cinnamon and nutmeg his grammy always used in her pancakes. "So you want to be my sous chef?"
''No."
"Come on, Eva. If you don't want me to kiss you, you have to at least distract me."
"Who said I didn't want you to kiss me?"she said, propping a hand on her hip.
"Um, you did. Remember? And you were right. We can't eat where we shi- you know.”
He set the flour and sugar on the granite counter he and the guys had installed several years ago and turned to get the eggs from the refrigerator. He set everything out and then glanced over at Eva since she'd remained silent on his last point. She stood, hip propped against the kitchen island, watching him with an indescribable expression.
"What?"
She twisted her lips."Thing is, I want you to kiss me. I want you to do really dirty things to me. Like, bad."
His body ignited. "But...we can't."
"No, we can't, and that almost makes me want it more. It's like setting a fifth of whiskey in front of an alcoholic and telling him not to touch it. I feel like I have the shakes and all I want to do is have one little taste. I mean, is that so wrong? Just a little bit?"
Jake closed his eyes because he couldn't stand the pleading within the depths of her eyes. He opened them and lifted the mixing bowl, his hands literally shaking. "Jesus, Eva. Don't. I don't have the willpower, baby."
"Did I mention the fact that when you call mebabyit makes me want to slide out of my new Victoria's Secret panties? That it makes me want to lick your stomach and-"
At the sound of the engine pulling in, Eva broke off. Jake glanced over and it looked as if the spell had been broken. Her face flooded with color, and she shook her head as if she couldn't believe the words she'd uttered had made it past her filter. ''Oh, my God. What is wrong with me? What did I just do?"
"You didn't do anything. Just words," he said, rifling through the drawer beside him for the measuring cups. “Not that I didn’t want to do something,baby.”
“Yo, what’s up?” Dutch asked, banging into the room. After hanging up his hat, he bumbled in, knocking his knee against the coffee table and nearly spilling Eva’s diet soda.
“Making dinner,” Jake said, giving Eva another sly smile.
“What’re we having’?” Dutch rubbed his big belly.
“Well, as soon as you get the bacon started, we’re having pancakes and bacon,” Jake said.
“Why me?” Dutch asked, pointing at Eva. “She’s standing right there.”
“What? Because I’m a woman?”
Dutch rolled his eyes. “Well, y’all were the ones who wanted to bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.”
Eva threw a dish towel at Dutch, who caught it with a hoot of laughter.
Jake didn’t like Dutch making those kinds of jokes, but she didn’t like him fighting her battles for her.
Damn it. Why had he let the temptation slide back into his life so easily? But who was he kidding? It had never went away. The desire for Eva clung him like cologne he couldn’t wash away.
It was only a matter of time.
Unless he could figure out a way to stop the desire pumping through his body. The only alternative he could figure was to start things up with Kate again or leave town. The latter sounded better to him, but he had nowhere to go. Wanting to do Eva wasn't reason enough to vacate his life. Maybe Eva would take care of snipping the attraction they had in half-maybe she'd keep going out with Jamison.
The thought of Eva kissing Jamison made him want to vomit.
Cold goo ran down his wrist, and he looked down to see he'd crushed the egg in his hand and hadn't even noticed.
Dutch tossed him the towel Eva had thrown at him seconds ago and plopped the package of bacon onto the counter. "Hey, at least it's not egg on your face, Beauchamp."
