“I’m so fucked,” he muttered to himself as he stalked toward the bedroom. She was still there, sleeping as he kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt, stepping out of his trousers, but leaving on his boxer briefs before silently climbing in the bed beside her, careful not to wake her. After pulling the quilt on the end of the bed over the both of them, he looked up at the darkened ceiling and sighed. What was he doing here? What would have happened between them had she not passed out?
14
Her head felt like it was going to explode. Groaning, Kinsley opened one eye and put her hand over it immediately, the shaft of light splitting her already aching head. What had she done last night? She wasn’t one to over imbibe in alcohol, hating the way that she would feel in the morning. Well, like she was this morning.
Rolling over, her hand collided with warm, skin. His sandalwood scent wrapped around her and God, he smelled so good, she couldn’t help but inhale. She ran her fingers over the skin and she hummed to herself. She’d pulled someone with amazing muscles and abs.
Slowly her eyes drifted open and she was greeted by Jarred’s sleeping face. She jerked back. Oh shit.
What the hell had they done last night? Kinsley looked down and blew out a breath when she realized she was still fully clothed. Oh thank heavens. But he was shirtless? Oh hell, had he tucked her in?
Her heart squeezed at the thought. Why was he being so sweet? She was lucky they hadn’t slept together.
Sleeping with him would have just complicated things. Not only that, but she would have been wasted and not able to remember a thing. Sleeping with Jarred, that would be something she would want to remember.
Taking a moment, Kinsley looked at Jarred as he slumbered mere inches away from her. He was still gorgeous while he slept, some of the walls he put up to hide his true emotions vanishing. His face was full of sharp lines and angles but they worked for him, his strong jaw dusted with stubble. She loved stubble on a man. His hair was falling across his forehead, her gaze following the lock down the slope of his near perfect nose and equally perfect lips. She had kissed those lips and liked it, a lot. Her eyes followed the slope of his shoulder, seeing the strength of his muscles against his tanned skin. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel the strength for herself, but Kinsley refrained. She didn’t want to wake him just yet. With a sigh, she continued her perusal of Jarred while he slept, thinking that not only did he look relaxed, he looked vulnerable, vastly different than the cocky man she was used to seeing. Why was he here if they didn’t sleep together? Why had he stayed? Whatever the reason, Kinsley couldn’t help but soften to him once again. This was the unexpected turn of events that she could never properly prepare for with Jarred.
His eyes opened suddenly and she cleared her throat. “Um hi.”
Surprise flared in his eyes before a curving smile lit up his face. “Hey, good morning.”
“I, um,” Kinsley started, feeling nearly naked under the quilt despite the fact that she was indeed fully clothed. It was the way he was staring at her, like he could devour her. Was that necessarily such a bad thing? “I apologize for whatever I did last night. I don’t normally drink that much.”
Jarred rolled over on his back and stretched, giving Kinsley full access to view his spectacular abs in the soft morning light. No man should ever be made to be as gorgeous as Jarred was. She wanted to guide her fingers across his muscles again, feel the strength of him under her fingertips. But she couldn’t. Kinsley knew if she did, she wouldn’t want to stop. “You didn’t do anything,” he finally said, throwing back the cover and standing. “Nothing happened.”
Kinsley tried not to feel disappointed. Perhaps she had wanted something to happen, to throw caution to the wind and forget herself, even if alcohol had been involved.
“Unless you wanted something to happen.”
She looked up sharply, seeing Jarred standing by the bed still, his shirt in his hand. “W-what?” she asked.
“You heard me,” he responded, throwing the shirt on the bed, his eyes darkening. “So Kinsley, what do you want?”
“I-I don’t know,” she blurted out, feeling the rush of need as she saw the outline of his cock in his trousers. He was hard and ready, but was she? Could she handle this between them if they took their relationship, or fake relationship, to the next level?
Jarred climbed back onto the bed and before she realized it, he covered her body with his, only a thin sheet between them. “I think I know what you want,” he said in a soft voice. Kinsley gulped as he grasped her shirt and inched it up, until her bra was in full view. “Off,” he said, heat in his eyes.
Kinsley complied, her body feeling like rubber as she pulled the shirt over her head, undoing the bra with shaky fingers before throwing it on the floor as well. The look in Jarred’s eyes took her breath away as he wasted no time latching onto one of her aching nipples, grasping it gently between his teeth. She moaned, the slight tugging unfurling a knot of heat in her stomach. Her hands went into his hair and instead of pulling him back, she held him there, allowing him to lavish her breast. Her body felt like it was on fire, begging for his touch and she didn’t want it to end. When he moved down to her navel, she gripped the edge of the bed sheet tightly, knowing what was coming. And she wanted it.
Jarred quickly divested her of her pants and underwear until Kinsley was naked before him, not feeling ashamed for him to look at her like this. Under his heated gaze, she felt bold and pretty, all of her body imperfections not even coming to mind. This was about she and Jarred and this moment between them.
When his mouth touched her mound, she sighed, the warmth of his lips making her wet with need. His tongue delved until it touched her swollen clit, causing her to nearly buck off of the bed. “Like that?” he said softly against her skin, She moaned, mainly because she couldn’t coherently make words form on her tongue and he chuckled, going back to work on her clit. Kinsley concentrated on every flick on his tongue, the warmth, the pressure as he inserted a finger into her before she exploded, the strength of the orgasm surprising her. Her body shook with release before she collapsed on the mattress.
Jarred left the bed, using the bathroom before coming back into the bedroom and sitting on the bed beside her, the smell of her arousal heavy in the air. That had to be the single hottest thing that had happened to her in a while and she couldn’t find the words to explain it to him.
Should she offer to do the same? The thought made her slightly excited to do so. To hold the control in her hands, his control, would make her feel powerful. Her mind made up, she sat up quickly, too quickly as the rush of nausea hit her at once. She wasn’t going to embarrass herself by throwing up in front of Jarred, not after that.
“You are looking kind of pale,” Jarred said as she rubbed her aching temples with her fingers gingerly. “I think you need some food.”
The thought of food made her stomach lurch even more. She looked at the clock and swore, throwing back the covers. “I am so late,” she muttered. In about ten minutes, her future father-in-law was going to be walking into the office, expecting to see her sitting at her desk.
“Hey,” Jarred said, getting Kinsley’s attention. “You need food first.”