Page 37 of The Hometown Dilemma
“Only two?” His hand snaked between my legs.
I covered his with mine. “Too soon. It’s a bit sensitive there.”
“I could always kiss it better…?”
“You’re incorrigible.”
He cocked a brow. “Just you wait.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Oh, I never back down from either.” He turned my face to him and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss.
The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling together in a heady, tantalizing embrace. I lost myself in the moment, enjoying the closeness. He broke off the kiss with a sigh, and I rested my head against his chest, inhaling his woodsy and citrus scent.
We lay together in a comfortable silence and after a while, Wade’s breathing regulated as he fell into a deep sleep. I, on the other hand, lay awake for a while, fractured thoughts running through my head.
Who would have thought it?
Wade and me?
I’d slept with my sister’s ex, my boss, my friend…where the hell did it go from here?
ChapterSixteen
Wade
The soundof a truck rumbling past the bar woke me with a start. For a moment I wondered where I was, then glanced down to see Jaime curled up against me. Everything about the previous evening came flooding back: the success of the football game, the storm, sleeping with Jaime. A shit-eating grin crossed my face.
What. A. Night.
Carefully, I tried to move my arm from beneath Jaime’s sleeping form without waking her, the pins and needles making it feel like someone else’s. More than anything right now, I needed to piss. Creeping out of the storeroom in nothing but my boxers, I felt like an intruder in my own bar. The early morning light poured through the windows, revealing the devastation outside. To be fair, the inside wasn’t much better. I paused for a moment to check what damage might have affected the bar. Apart from a few branches littered across the parking lot, we seemed to have escaped the worst of it. Thank God for small mercies.
Padding across the floor, trying not to think about what I might be treading in, I went to the bathroom and relieved myself. When I came out, Jamie stood in the entrance to the back, my t-shirt covering her body. She yawned, rubbing a fist around her eyes, the hem of the shirt riding up and coming dangerously close to giving me an eyeful. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a disheveled mess.
She had never looked more beautiful.
After last night, I already knew I wanted more. But right here, right now wasn’t the right time. She deserved more too.
“Hey.” Her voice was croaky, as if she’d been drinking and smoking all night. “What time is it?”
I glanced up at the large clock on the wall above the jukebox. “Almost five.”
“Did the storm let up?”
“Looks like it.”
Jaime surveyed the bar, taking in the debris in the cold light of the morning. “Should we clean up?”
I snorted. “We don’t have to do that now. I say we open later tonight and clear it up this afternoon.”
She cocked a brow. “And until then?”
“We should sleep.”
“Is that all?” Her pout was adorable.
I closed the distance between us, took her chin between my fingers, and leaned down to capture her mouth. “So needy,” I hissed.
