In His Bed (18+)

Chapter 26

As much as my anxiety wanted to dwell on the question of my relationship with Jason Coleman, I didn't have that luxury for long.

We had a close call on Tuesday.

After the unexpected interruption on Sunday and my Monday shift at the store, I walked into the house on Tuesday afternoon almost dizzy with anticipation.

Unfortunately, Faith was already home.

Walking inside, I stopped in my tracks as Jason's eyes burned into me from across the room. Feeling the scorching heat of his stare, I knew he was just as desperate as I was.

Meanwhile, an oblivious Faith lounged on the couch, absorbed in an episode of The Vampire Diaries.

After slipping off my shoes, I walked up to greet her, trying to be subtle as I watched Jason lean over the kitchen counter and scribble on a pad of paper.

"Hey." With my backpack hanging from one shoulder, I waited for her to acknowledge me.

"Oh," she glanced up for a moment before turning back to the TV, "hey."

I kept my face pleasant, but annoyance bubbled below the surface.

Let it go. It's not like you came over here for her anyway...

"So, I'll be downstairs if anybody needs me."

Hiking my backpack further up my shoulder, I headed back toward the stairs.

As I passed the kitchen, Jason appeared and pressed a note into my hands.

The touch of his skin and the fire in his gaze sent a shiver down to my toes.

Grinning, I raked my eyes over his body, picturing the carnal wonderland that awaited me.

Meeting his stare, I licked my lips before turning away.

As I descended the steps, I unfolded the slip of paper and read:

"Downstairs bathroom – thirty minutes."

Dropping my bag in the storage room, I smirked, mood on the upswing.

Leaning against the counter in the rarely used lavatory, I waited impatiently.

Jason was five minutes late.

Faith's probably still in the living room.

It's not like he could march downstairs while she was right there – even Faith would notice something that blatant.

So, I amused myself by sending Jason increasingly undressed selfies.

I wasn't wearing anything but an annoyed scowl when I heard footsteps on the stairs.

Seconds later, a quick, quiet knock on the door set my heart racing in my chest.

"Yes?"

His deep baritone answered me, "Open up, Hailey."

Stepping toward the door, I turned the knob and pulled it open. Jason stood on the other side, captivating my attention with his mouthwatering masculine scent.

Twisting my fingers in the material of his shirt, I pulled him forward, shutting and locking the door behind him.

Within seconds his hands were on my hips, lifting me up as my legs wrapped around his waist.

Setting me on the counter, he trailed his fingers up my sides as goosebumps erupted across my skin.

"You're such a fucking tease-"