Page 32 of Off Season

There was a flick of hope in my chest that maybe it wouldn’t be the last time.

But Jacob has been walking on eggshells around me all morning, but I guess he’s finally had enough of my glum mood.

He stops in front of me and places his hands on his hips. The navy fitted dress pants sit perfectly on his slim frame,and his white shirt is open at the collar, exposing the smooth skin of his chest.

His gaze roams over my chest, then back to my face as I take him in myself.

“Your family is going to expect us to be super in love. We’re in the honeymoon phase. So, I think we should kiss now, before we leave, so we don’t have our first kiss in a room full of your family.”

My hands freeze mid-air, my heart lodging itself firmly in my throat.

Did he just say what I think he just said?

“What?”

“If we kiss now, any awkwardness will be gone, and it won’t be obvious that we’re faking it. I think it would be kinda weird if we didn’t kiss at what is a romantic event where the love in the air is supposed to be stifling.”

I blink at him, stunned into silence, but he makes a very valid point.

They don't know me that well, but my family would see right through us. We’re already playing a risky game by pretending, but it would more than likely blow our cover if we didn’t indulge in some form of public display of affection.

Also, throw in the fact that Jacob is the first guy I’ve brought to a “family” event since Ian, and all eyes will be on us when they’re not on the bride and groom. Any slight hiccup and this fake dating ruse will be for nothing.

“If we’re to make this believable, we need to kiss now to make sure we’re not, you know, rusty.”

Despite the way my mouth waters at the thought of tasting him, I quirk a brow and smirk. “Rusty?”

“Yeah…Well…” He waves his hand between us. “I don’t want us to be banging our teeth together or using too much tongue because we’re… uh… not used to each other. We’ve only recently started dating. We’re supposed to be unable to keep our hands and mouths off each other, so we’d be incredibly familiar with each other’s mouths and tongues at this point.”

Damn, I’ve been dying to be familiar with his taste.

Without needing any further convincing, I close the distance between us in a heartbeat. He opens his mouth to say something else, probably to give me another reason why we should do this, but there’s no need.

I cut him off, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, and slam my mouth against his in a blistering kiss. A small noise escapes him, clearly unprepared for me to take action right there and then.

But I don’t need time to think about it.

I’ve been wanting to get my hands—and mouth—on him any way I can since the very first day I met him.

His body relaxes into me. His hands smooth up the front of my shirt, no doubt feeling the erratic drumming of my heart beneath his palm as I lick a path over his bottom lip. My other hand moves to hold his hip, and when he parts his lips for me, a low growl mews in the depths of my chest. He welcomes my invading tongue with a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.

He tastes so fucking sweet that I could feast on him for hours.

I know this is supposed to be an experiment. A way to dust away any potential cobwebs, but we don’t need to fake chemistry that’s always been there.

His hands trail up around my head before his fingers rake through the hair on the nape of my neck. He gives it a gentle tug, and I groan, my dress pants tightening as my cock hardens. He feels so good in my arms, pressed up so close against me that there’s not an inch between us. I kiss him until he’s gasping for breath, and when his eyes flutter open, a wash of crimson coats his cheeks.

“Yeah, that was…I…Mmm...Yeah…Wow…Um…Oh, that was…Mmm,” he fumbles over his words. Taking a controlled breath, he pats my chest, smoothing his palms over the fabric of my suspenders. “Great. That was…Top job.”

“Jacob.” I smirk.

“Mmm?” He looks up, his eyes hooded and dark with arousal, and I’m tempted to skip the fucking wedding so we can stay home and practice some more.

Preferably without our clothes in the way, so I can learn the sounds he makes when our dicks brush together.

“We don’t need to worry about looking rusty, but I appreciate having the opportunity to steal your breath in privacy first.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but his face flushes a deeper shade of red, and a shy smile appears on his lips as he looks down at his shoes. I place my finger under his chin, making him look at me.

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