Page 81 of Trip Through Your Wires

I place my hand on his cheek, a light stubble that cropped up overnight, tickling my palm. “How did you know I was awake?”

With his eyes still closed, he reaches out and drapes an arm over my waist, pulling me to him. “I felt it.”

Snuggling against his chest, I can’t help but think Nana was right. He is a tall drink of… ”Shit, Nana!” I pull back quickly.

“Now that’s a first.” He opens one eye and grins. “You called out a few things last night, but your grandma?”

I slap my hand down on his mouth and flick my eyes to the door. “If she finds you in here she’ll freak out.”

“Msss dat wha…”

I pull my hand down and he laughs. “Why are you laughing? It’s not funny.”

He tugs me toward him again and nuzzles my neck. “Damn, you’re sexy in the morning.”

“I am not.” I slap a hand on his chest and push him back. “I’m trying to save your balls because I know how fond of them you are and how horrible her aim is.”

“Aim?” he laughs. “Your grandma likes to play catch?”

“This is the south, Hot Shot. Everyone has a shotgun, including my Nana, and she knows how to use it.”

Placing a hand on the back of my head, he brings my mouth to his and kisses me. For a moment, all thoughts of Nana fade away, as heat stirs in my belly.

“Jake,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m serious. She can’t find you in here.”

“She won’t,” he whispers back.

Pulling the sheet down, he eases me onto my back and positions his body between my legs. With his morning wood digging into my thigh, he bends down and places a series of kisses along my collarbone.

“Before you lose your shit,” he murmurs against my skin, “you need to know she’s not here.”

I lick my lips, warmth spreading across my shoulders and through my chest. “She…what?”

“Your brother came by earlier to take her to church.”

“What?” I look down. “Which one?”

“Travis,” he grins. “Although, something tells me the God she’s going to pray to, isn’t the same one you were last night.”

He floods my cheeks. I wouldn’t be surprised if I called out to Jesus, Mary, and the Apostles last night. Thank goodness Nana can’t hear when she’s sleeping.

I close my eyes and swallow, the way his erection is digging into my leg, stirring my arousal. “So you got up earlier?”

“Sure did,” he confirms. “I smelled coffee and thought it was you, so I got up to say good morning. But when I saw that it was your Nana, she asked if I would like to have a cup with her so I said yes. She said not to wake you because you had been working so hard and needed your sleep. By the way, when did you start working nights?”

I look toward the window, not wanting to think about the club. It’s the weekend, which is my Richardson free time.

“Wait.” I turn away from the window and look back at Jake. “How did you manage to get out of my room this morning without her seeing you?”

“I left your room shortly after you passed out last night.” He places a series of kisses on my abdomen then looks up, grinning. “Well, it was more like morning. We were up for quite some time.”

I bring my finger to his cheek, stroking it slowly. “And she said she was going to church?”

“Yup.” He moves one hand to my breast and plucks my nipple expertly. “Some craft fair?”

“Oh…right,” I arch my back slightly. She told me about it last week. I must have forgotten.

“Sounds like she will be gone for a while,” he says with a waggle of his brow.

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