Page 150 of To Love Jason Thorn

My heart was going crazy. The butterflieshe had awakened in me the very first day I’d seen him were multiplying by thesecond, and I felt sick.

And vulnerable.

And hopeful.

So very hopeful.

His eyes closed and then he rested hisforehead on mine. “The night I came to the bar and saw you singing with yourfriend…that’s when I started falling for you.”

“Can you say the actual words?” I asked.

He smiled down at me. “I love you, mybeautiful little Olive. My wife.”

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Keep repeating that. You can do it!

“Okay. That was okay,” I said, patting himon the shoulder and barely holding back a heart attack.

He chuckled quietly. “So my love isacceptable?”

I made a noncommittal sound. “Eh, sure. Whynot?”

He started kissing my neck while he wasstill chuckling, so I closed my eyes to keep my sanity. “You are more than tenyears late, but damn if it isn’t good to hear those words in this room,” Iwhispered quietly.

His hand sneaked under my top and hestarted stroking my waist, slowly moving upward. “What else did you want tohear or do in this room? I’m all about making your dreams come true.”

Suddenly the door to my room opened and Isaw Dylan’s shoulder. He was trying not to peek in.

“You’ve been in here for an hour now, youson of a bitch. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? How about you get your ass outof my sister’s room and we have a nice little chat, you piece of shit!” Dylanwhispered furiously and closed the door without waiting for an answer. Not asecond had passed when he opened it again. “I’m waiting for you!”

Burying my forehead against Jason’s neck, Iquietly laughed.

When the door had opened the first time,his hand had frozen on my skin, his whole body going taut, but as soon as Dylanclosed the door, he started stroking again and sighed.

“I guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought Iwas.”

“I guess not,” I said and started laughingagain.

“He’s not gonna make this easy on me, ishe?”

I dropped my head on the pillow and lookedat his handsome face. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“I thought I would be happier to see him,and for a second there I thought I was, but it looks like I was wrong,” he saidwith another heavy sigh. “At least it wasn’t your father who busted us. Thankgod.”

I smiled without saying anything.

He fell silent, too, and smiled back at me.

“I love you so very much, Jason,” I said,having a hard time keeping it in.

His smile grew bigger.

“There’s that dimple,” I mumbled, reachingwith my finger to touch it.

“You like it?” he asked roughly.

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