Page 68 of Five Alarm Kiss

He wants to bang me against the wall.

Her core tingled and clenched at the thought. Who knew dirty talk would turn her on?

She felt his erection pressing against her abdomen, mainlining white-hot need into her veins, commanding her to tug down the neck of his T-shirt. She placed a kiss below his collar bone, allowing her tongue to peek out for a taste.

“Fuck.” His grip tightened in her hair, and his fingers dug into her butt, yet he was still holding himself back. Waiting for permission. Letting her decide.

Something inside her turned the lock. It opened the door, and let out the uncertainty, granting her the ability to choose.

Yes. She chose yes.

Biting her lip, she nodded.

“Say it, Princess,” Jake commanded in a rough voice. “Out loud. If you want this—want me—say yes.”

“Ye—”

“Oh, for God’s sake. Get a room!”

Chapter Seventeen

Laurel jerked away from Jake faster than a racehorse leaving the gate. When she saw the gray-haired, elderly woman standing in a robe, unapologetically watching them, embarrassment scalded her cheeks. Confused, she looked to Jake for answers, but he seemed as surprised as she was.

“Grand, what the hell are you doing here?” Jake asked the woman.

“Telling you to get a room,” the woman sassed.

“Ihavea room,” Jake countered. “I have an entirehouse!And you’re in it!”

The woman rolled her eyes and shuffled her bunny slipper clad feet into the kitchen. “Very observant, Jacob.” She opened the fridge and started perusing its contents. “Nice to know you’re not just a pretty face.”

“Jake?” Laurel’s voice sounded as confused as she felt.

Who in bells is she?

Jake captured Laurel’s hand with his own and pulled her close. “Laurel…” He nodded toward the woman who was so short she made Laurel look tall. “I’d like you to meet my annoyinggrandmother.”

Laurel noticed he’d made a point of emphasizing the last word.

“We don’t use that word!” came the sharp retort from the kitchen.

“We do when you break and enter,” he shot back.

“I didn’t break in.” Her smile was smug. “You gave me a key.”

“For emergencies,” he clarified. “I gave you a key for emergencies.”

The woman shrugged like she couldn’t care less.

“Sorry.” Jake squeezed Laurel’s hand. “I have no clue why she’s here.”

“She’s your grandmother,” Laurel said, more to herself than him. She felt the color drain from her face as that fact sank in. Jake’s grandmother had seen them… seen Jake’s hand underneath her… watched her wantonly rubbing against his?—

“Stop saying that!” Grand ordered, making Laurel flinch.

“Grand, be nice,” Jake warned, before explaining, “She doesn’t like being called ‘grandmother’.” He raised his voice. “Cuz she doesn’t want to admit she’s old.”

“I’m young enough to kick your butt!” the woman barked.

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