Page 22 of What I Like About Sunday

“It’s made you a good man,” she states. “I’m going to grab a bottle of water, would you like one?”

“I’ll get them, you go ahead and crawl into bed, sweetheart.”

“If you’re sure.”

“Positive, Sunday. Now scoot.”

Her giggles follow me as I head out of the bedroom toward the kitchen to retrieve our waters. I’m hoping I can calm my dick down but realize it might be an impossible task since I’ll soon be in the bed with her nearby.

ChapterEleven

Sunday

While I waitfor him to return, I try to calm my nerves at the fact that Jett Blake is in my home, soon to be in my bedwith meno less. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted how this date would go, that’s for sure. But thanks to a reckless driver, a cold front that’s causing freezing temperatures, and the fact his house is shrouded in darkness until the transformer is replaced, something I never dreamed would happen is soon to become a reality.

I can’t help the giggle that emerges when I see him striding through the door, both kittens following behind him like little stalkers. As he sits down on his side of the bed, they jump up and immediately start wrestling, making him chuckle as he hands me my water. I watch him slide beneath the covers while sipping some water before placing the bottle on the nightstand.

“So, I was thinking,” he starts, rolling over to face me, his head propped up on his hand.

“About?”

“You. Me.Us.”

“What conclusion did you come up with?” I ask. I’m tempted to hold my breath, but he smells so delicious, I realize I can’t and don’t want to.

“We both have a past which has given us excess baggage. I’m willing to unpack mine with your help, Sunday, and hope you’re willing to do the same with me at your side. We’re stronger together, don’t you think? The badass Navy medic, and the former pro football player?”

His earnest face has me biting back my smile; it’s endearing because I know we’ve each got our own demons, but what he says makes sense.

“You mean the ER nurse, and the hot high school football coach?” I tease, moving closer. “You know the downside to your power being out?” I ask. When he shakes his head, I continue. “I was looking forward to you bringing me home, because I was going to let you kiss me before you left.”

“Well, instead of goodbye, how about good night?” he murmurs, his voice husky.

I pretend to think about it, although in my head, it’s a no-brainer. “I think that would work just as well.”

His hand cups my cheek as he leans in closer. As his lips ghost over mine lightly, and I sigh, moving my hand over his shoulder to curl around his neck. When he deepens the kiss, I completely surrender, eager to get a taste of something I’ve always wanted.

Long minutes pass as our lips stay locked, until we eventually break apart, both of us breathless. With his forehead pressed against mine, he whispers, “Good night, Sunday. Sweet dreams.”

“Good night, Jett. I’m sure they will be with you here.” He turns out the light on his nightstand, prompting me to switch off mine too, grinning like a lunatic as the room plummets into darkness.

Once I turn onto my side, he moves closer, throwing his arm over my waist so he’s snuggled into my back. I feel him kiss my shoulder as he settles in and before long, the steady rhythm of his breathing lets me know he’s fallen asleep.

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I wakeup the next morning, and can feel his erection pressed into my low back and ass. Feeling feisty, I wiggle it lightly into his erection, until a gentle swat lands on my skin. “Keep it up, Sunday, and you’ll get more than you’ve bargained for,” his husky voice warns. “Been lying here, breathing your scent in for an hour now, trying not to be impulsive and act on how I’m feeling.”

“What if I want you to?” I ask, feeling bold since I’m still facing away from his line of sight. His arm bands tightly around my waist, wrapping me in his embrace like he’s afraid I’m going to move. I’m somewhat surprised, simply because Jonas wasn’t a cuddler, so I’m not used to the intimate act, but apparently, my subconscious was perfectly fine having Jett spooning me the whole night.

I hear the hitch in his breath at my brazen words. Is he surprised I’m being so forward? Or regretting what he said. Doubt starts to crowd my mind until I find myself whipped around, so I’m flat on my back with him hovering over me.

“Do you?” he questions, his eyes dark and dilated with desire.

Slowly nodding, I verbally respond as well. “Yeah, I do, Jett,” I whisper before his lips crash onto mine.

The passion that’s been simmering all night long while we slept ignites, and I find myself moaning as his hands lightly skate over my body while we continue to kiss. My blood heats, my core clenches, and I realize I’ve found the missing piece that’s been hiding when it comes to physical intimacy.

Jett.

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