Standby (Open Skies Book 4) by Becca Jameson (best sales books of all time .TXT) 📗
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Her turn to laugh. “Huh. We’ll see. Do we have a deal?”
He nodded and held out a hand. “Deal.”
She pulled her hands behind her back and stepped out of his reach. “It hasn’t even been a full minute and you’re trying to trick me into touching you.”
He was still laughing as he turned and left the room.
Shayla was smiling as she watched his fantastic ass disappear down the hallway. What the fuck had she agreed to?
Chapter 7
Shayla should have been tired when she dropped into Jake’s guest bed. She’d taken her time in the bathroom and then crossed the hallway, glancing at his closed door. There was no light coming from underneath. It took her forever to relax, knowing Jake was down the hall, temptingly close.
At first, she flopped around trying to get comfortable, unsuccessfully. There was nothing wrong with his mattress. It was that she couldn’t get out of her head.
Visions of Jake’s smile and the way he’d held her. The scent of him as she’d buried her face in his chest. The sound of his voice. Ugh. Everything about him had kept her in the same horny state he’d left her after that mind-blowing kiss.
She finally gave up trying to chase thoughts of Jake from her mind, climbed out of bed, and rummaged in her suitcase until she had her hand on her favorite vibrator. It wasn’t necessarily the quietest one she owned, but she also didn’t care if he heard her. Served him right. She’d meant it when she told him she would not fight fair. This was too much fun.
Before sliding back under the covers, she removed her panties. When she lowered onto her back, she shoved her tank top up over her breasts and proceeded to play with her nipples. In moments, she was wet and needy. Legs spread, she turned on the vibrator at the lowest setting and directed it to her clit.
Forget the sounds of the vibrator. He probably couldn’t hear it through the closed doors and down the hallway. That wasn’t going to be her main source of noise. When she came, she was going to have trouble keeping her voice down.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long to reach orgasm, and she moaned around the release, her heels digging into the mattress, her free hand fisted at her side.
Finally exhausted, she put the vibrator away, slid back into her panties, and dropped into sleep.
It seemed like no time had passed at all when she woke up Sunday morning. She could smell bacon and coffee, making her stomach grumble.
Shoving out of bed, she considered her options and decided wandering around in just her panties was a bit overkill, so she put on a pair of cotton shorts. This was about how he’d seen her yesterday morning, except the tank top was tighter than the T-shirt he’d seen.
She opened the door and padded across the hall to use the bathroom and brush her teeth before wandering into the kitchen.
“Morning.”
He spun around from the stove, spatula in hand, and smiled. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” His gaze roamed down her body and back up.
It was hard to keep from smirking. “Yep. Perfectly. You?”
“Eventually, after you stopped moaning.”
She flushed a bit. She’d kind of forgotten that part. Pulling herself back together, she shrugged. “Told you I wasn’t going to play fair. This no-sex rule was your idea.”
He shook his head and turned back to face the bacon, but he was grinning. “While you slept the day away, I went to the store and picked up a few things. I got you some of that froufrou creamer you had at your condo.” He pointed at the Keurig. “Help yourself.”
She stared at him for a moment, surprised. “You’ve already been to the store and you got me creamer?” How fucking thoughtful.
“Sweetheart, I also went for a run and showered.” He winked.
Damn morning people. She shuffled toward the counter, aiming for coffee as she considered what to say next. “Well, shit.”
“What?”
“You’re already proving we aren’t compatible, and I haven’t been here a day yet. I was so hoping to get an opportunity to get naked with you. Six days from now we’ll probably have realized we can’t possibly live together in the long run.” She was teasing, of course.
And he laughed. “How do you like your eggs, imp?”
“Scrambled.” She leaned against the counter with her doctored coffee and took her first sip, moaning as the caffeine did its job.
Jake glanced at her. “You moan the same way over your coffee as you do in bed.” His eyes were dancing.
She giggled. “Do I?”
“So far. But hey, that was from a simple vibrator. I can’t know for sure what kind of sound you might make after I tie you to my headboard and suck your pussy until you scream. Could be a different tone.” He shrugged.
Oh, this man was going to fight dirty right back. She nearly choked on her coffee. And damn, but she didn’t have a good comeback.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”
She took another fortifying sip and moved over to the island. She needed to sit before her knees gave out. Thoughts of Jake restraining her had her beyond hot and bothered. Could she make it an entire week without touching him?
She might have bitten off more than she could chew with this bet. Even if she stripped naked and strode around his house flaunting her assets, she would never be able to compete if he was going to start describing the ways he intended to fuck her.
Plus, she had a disadvantage. He seemed to be keeping his gaze off her. After his initial perusal, his only glances so far had focused on her face and no lower. Shoot.
By the time Jake turned around and set a plate of food in front of her, she was beyond aroused from watching his back as he worked. He was wearing nothing but flannel pants, and she was fairly certain he didn’t even have on underwear. Yeah, she was
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