Page 39 of Off Season

It’s the off-season or nothing, and maybe I’m a gluttonfor punishment, but I would rather have this summer than nothing at all. I wouldn’t be able to live with the what-ifs.

Giving a shaky nod, I run my fingers over the scruff on his face. “Okay.”

“Okay?” His dark eyes hold mine.

“Yeah, it can be our British summer secret.”

Ethan grins. I skim my fingers along the indentation of his dimples. The sheer beauty of him is breathtaking.

“I know we’ve joked about it a lot, but you really should smile more often.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful, Ethan.”

He shakes his head in my hands. “Nah, you’re the gorgeous one.”

I snort. “Just shut up and take the compliment, you big caveman.”

He grips both of my wrists and tugs me closer until our noses touch. Desire swims in those sparkling, dark orbs.

“Caveman, eh?” His gravelly voice goes straight to my cock.

“Mmm.”

He quickly stands with me in his arms and shifts to throw me over his shoulder. Laughter bubbles out of me as he begins to walk back up the walkway toward the party.

“Ethan! Put me down!” I protest with a laugh.

“Nope. You’re mine now. Call me a caveman, and a caveman is what you’ll get.”

My breath whooshes out of me as he puts me back on my feet. He takes my face in a heated kiss, then rests his forehead against mine.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Mmm,” is all I can manage as he captures my mouth in another kiss.

I don’t know how long we stand here, wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing until we have to come back up for air.

But we never make it onto the dance floor.

We may have opened our very own Pandora’s box and the timer is ticking down on our time together.

I don’t know about Ethan, but if I’m getting the chance to act on my crush, then I don’t want to waste a single second.

“Take me home.”

Chapter Thirteen

Ethan

Jacob places his hands on my chest and pushes me onto the large armchair in the corner of my bedroom. I sit down, pulling him onto my lap, and thrust my hips up, my throbbing cock seeking pressure.

He moans into my mouth, his fingers combing through my hair as he rolls his hips against mine.

Once we managed to peel ourselves away from each other on the venue grounds, we headed back inside to say goodbye to my mom and Samantha. The thirty-minute drive was fucking torture. Thirty minutes of subtle touches in the backseat, heated glances, and my pants becoming tighter by the second.

We got home less than ten minutes ago and I’m ready to combust.

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