AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I have movies on my laptop if you wanna wait out the rain.” I shrugged, trying to be casual. “With me. Here. If you want.”
He stared over the rim of his coffee cup.
“I mean, it can’t be good riding on a motorbike in this weather.”
“True,” he hedged. “What movies?”
“Some old school, some new.” I shrugged again.
He grinned. “Way to sell it to me, Ari.”
“Or, you know, be wet. Your choice.”
Thunder boomed again, and lightning flashed, causing me to jump. Coffee splashed over the rim of my mug and onto my yoga pants.
“Storm wins.” He passed a box of tissues to mop up the coffee. “You choose the movie.”
I selected a recent Bond film and fell asleep soon after the opening scene, despite the coffee.
When I woke up, the sun was low in the sky, and I was under my duvet against something very warm and very hard. I stretched and opened my eyes to find myself looking into Jet’s eyes.
“Comfortable?” he rasped.
I was. And was sprawled over him like a human blanket. “I fell asleep?”
“Yeah,” he smirked. “You trapped me again.”
“I think we both know you’re not trapped.”
“You underestimate your powers as the human blanket.”
God, his voice was husky and rough. Up this close, I noticed just how full and kissable his lips were.
“Rain’s stopped. I should go.” Jet shifted, and I sat up with him but slipped and found myself straddling his lap. His hands flew to my hips to keep me from falling off the bed. The duvet fell to the floor.
We froze. Jet swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. I fought an urge to lean in and lick it.
My head no longer ached from last night’s wine. I felt so much better after my nap and his breakfast.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Three hours.”
My knee started to slip on the sheet. Jet tightened his grip on my hips, and I gripped his biceps. “You’re so strong.”
“Shearer’s muscles.” His breath hitched. “Part of the job.”
His arms twitched under my touch, his eyes glowing.
I leant in and pressed my lips against the corner of his mouth. His lips parted in surprise with a sharp intake of breath.
“Thank you,” I whispered, pulling away.
“For French toast?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
I smiled, shaking my head. “Being the man you said you were.”
Slowly, we inched forward and kissed, tentative and slow. His tongue skated over mine, and I opened up to him, deepening the kiss. His hand slid up to my neck, his thumb cuffing my throat gently, and I moaned, pulling on his tee shirt. His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me against him. I saw stars as his erection grazed against my soaked underpants.
