Overnight Sensation(72)

As he ministers kisses to all of my available skin, I relax into the warm bed, and the tingles multiply.

“This is gonna be a very thorough once-over,” he whispers. “This is in my way.” He tugs on the nightgown.

Against my better judgement, I lift my hips and let him sweep it off my hips and over my head.

“That’s a good girl.” He chuckles quietly. “Aren’t you warmer now?” He covers me with his muscular body, his erection cradled between my legs.

“Oh.” I sigh under his hardness. “We shouldn’t,” I whisper. “Your mother probably has her ear against the door.”

He snorts and buries his face in my neck. “She’s nosy as heck, but only up to a point,” he promises. “Besides, I still haven’t verified that you’re okay.” He lifts his head and cradles my breasts in his hands. “Let me just see…”

When he begins dropping gentle kisses on my breasts, I know I’m not going to be able to help myself. My nipples tighten and my body cries out for more. “Those are very famous,” I say quietly. “They were on network television tonight.”

“Oh, I know.” His tongue does a slow circle of my nipple, and I feel my body soften and then tighten.

“Does that…bother you?” I ask, distracted by my own arousal.

“No,” he says, stroking a thumb through the slickness he’s created on my breast. “You can show them to whoever you want. Just as long as I’m the guy who gets to do this.” He drops his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I gasp. The pull of his tongue is exquisite.

He lifts a hand to my mouth and settles his palm over my lips, reminding me to be quiet. And then his brown eyes bore into mine as he sucks greedily on my breast.

Oh my. I push his hand off my mouth. “You’re a very bad boy,” I whisper.

“Why?” he mouths.

I crook my finger, and he slides up to put his ear right beside my mouth. “Because,” I say so quietly that it’s almost inaudible. “It’s bad timing. And now I just want to be…” The rudeness of the word describes exactly how I feel. “Fucked.”

Jason presses his face into the pillow and lets out the world’s quietest groan. Then he rolls his face toward my ear. “Now you’ve done it,” he whispers, his mustache tickling the shell of my ear. “I’m calling in my reward. Don’t know if you were watching. But I scored. You know what that means, right?”

“I do.” I wrap my arms around his head and whisper into his ear, “I never go back on my promises. Just do it quietly.”

He lifts his chin to whisper back at me. “Politely?”

“No!” I mouth. “Never.”

He grins. And then his mouth takes mine in a hot kiss. I weave my fingers through his hair and tug until he rolls on top of me again. And everything is right with the world.





We lie drowsing together afterward. “I apologize in advance for every nosy question my mother asks you tomorrow,” he says.

I’m lying on his chest, allowing my fingers to explore the sleek skin on his ribcage. “Why is your mother so excited to meet me?”

“Because you’re awesome?” he tries.

“Jason.”

He sighs. “Moms like that stuff. And I just haven’t dated. They all think it’s because I’m too afraid to get close to anyone.”

“Are they right?”

He snorts. “I’m here with you right now, aren’t I? I’m not afraid of you. Unless you’re driving my car or sorting through my lucky ties.”

“I won’t touch your ties. That was a joke.”

“And the car?”

“I can’t wait to drive it again. How does tomorrow sound?”

He laughs so loudly I have to cover his mouth with my hand.





27





Jason


In the morning, my parents take us out for brunch in Manhattan.

Heidi’s right—my mother is over the moon about me having a girlfriend again. Every time we interact, Mom gets a moony look on her face, as if I’ve just announced our engagement instead of merely pulling out Heidi’s restaurant chair for her.

In fairness, Heidi is spectacular company. Even though she looks a little weary today, she’s charming and bubbly. “It’s true that I dropped out of Bryn Mawr,” she confesses. “I felt really lost for the three years I was there. I couldn’t see a path toward finishing.”

My mother—who has two masters degrees, a PhD, and would skin any of her children alive for dropping out of college—pats her hand. “One day you’ll figure out exactly what you’re meant to do. And everything will fall into place.”

I swear, Heidi’s next words could be, “I’m a cult member and I have an addiction to methamphetamines,” and my mom would smile and offer to help score her next hit. She’s that far gone.

Meanwhile, my dad and I polish off twin plates of eggs Benedict with extra bacon. If my dad has an opinion about Heidi and me, I can’t tell what it is. My dad is a man of few words. Thank the Lord.

“We’d better get to el aeropuerto,” Dad says after we stroll through a few shops in Lower Manhattan. “There could be traffic.” Also, shopping is not his favorite activity.