Page 42 of Embers of You
“Don’t tell me that, I’ll put on something extremely boring. Maybe a nature documentary, or sports.” His tone is teasing.
I turn slightly toward him. “What makes you think I’d find either of those things boring? Maybe I love nature documentaries. I may be the biggest sports fan there is, you don’t know.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite sport?”
“The one with a ball.”
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
He laughs, it’s so genuine I can’t help but smile. “Only sports with balls, huh?”
“Of course, is there any other kind?”
“Yeah, hockey uses a puck.”
I clamp my mouth shut because I didn’t even consider hockey. “You got me there.”
“Well, you’re lucky because it’s not in season right now.” He sits back, relaxing onto the couch. “So, nature documentary it is.”
I bite back my laugh, thinking he’s not actually going to put one on, but he does. My stubbornness prevents me from saying anything about it. Even after ten minutes of neither of us saying anything and already being bored out of my mind.
“Wow, did you know that?” he asks, and I realize I was not listening to the show, so I shake my head.
“Nope, I didn’t.”
“Interesting.” He nods like he’s actually paying attention to the screen.
A laugh bubbles out of me. “Don’t act like you’re enjoying this.”
“What do you mean? Of course I am.”
I roll my eyes, settling deeper into the couch. I notice that somehow one of us has scooted closer to the other. I’m notsure who moved, whether it was both of us, or even when it happened, but our sides are practically touching. His arms are stretched out along the back of the couch while I remain with mine wrapped around my legs that are up by my chest.
The rain pounds the roof above us and the steady noise is all I can focus on because the longer I sit here, this close to him, the comfortable silence makes me want to reach out and touch him. It makes me want to feel what it may be like to kiss him again.
Would it feel the same as it did the other night? Would it pull every thought from my mind, and make him the only thing that matters in that moment? Would it be enough to break down my walls for me to give in and fall into him?
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” he asks smoothly, and the slight upturn of his mouth has me focusing on his lips even more since he’s still looking ahead at the TV.
I don’t know what to say because I don’t have a reason. There’s no way I could say what I’m thinking. I can’t tell him that I’m thinking about our kiss or that I want to do it again. The words won’t come out, and that’s when I consider throwing caution to the wind.
We’re alone here, and nothing from outside these walls needs to matter. Not what I ran away from, not the reason he came back. Nothing needs to matter except the two of us.
In an act of boldness I’ve never had before, I close the small distance between us, swinging a leg over Jameson’s lap, and he immediately grabs onto my hips.
“What’re you doing?” he asks, surprised, but holding me in place like he knows I may try to run.
“Don’t ask,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against his.
CHAPTER 20
Jameson
I don’t knowwhat’s happening, or why it’s happening, but Sutton is in my lap and she’s kissing me. It takes me a second to catch up, but once I do I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tighter against me while kissing her back.
Her hands slide from my shoulders around the back of my neck as I deepen the kiss. She meets my tongue with her own letting out a small moan that has my dick thickening even more in my pants. Especially when she rolls her hips over mine, I know she can feel it by the small gasp she lets out.
