Page 59 of Don't Remind Me
He placed another kiss below my ear, then whispered, “Too bad Baxter’s here, or I’d show you exactly how glad I am to hear it.”
The memory of him above me, thrusting with a frantic pace as his pleasure hit its peak, had my body eager for more. “Why not show me anyway?”
He chuckled against my neck, the low sound raising tingles along my skin. “He’s far too innocent to witness that.”
Right on cue, Baxter curled tighter into a ball and covered his face with his paw. It didn’t deter the warmth blooming in my stomach as my feverish need from last night built again.
I arched, pushing my ass harder against Jase’s cock. “What about if we stay under the covers?”
Grabbing his hand, I slipped it beneath the sheet, guiding it between my thighs where I was already growing wet. He felt as much and growled, rocking his stiff length against me.
Before his fingers could explore deeper, his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He dropped his forehead to mine with a sigh. “Hold that thought.”
I followed him as he rolled away, propping myself on my elbow as he reached for his phone.
My gaze raked over his body, admiring the definition in his arms and chest as he lounged against the headboard. His stomach flexed, and I wanted to run my tongue along each and every groove, down to that V peeking out above the sheet, then lower to where his erection tented the covers. I’d banish Baxter to the living room myself if that was what it took to get my mouth around him again.
The image vanished as soon as I caught sight of his phone.
Mom.
I tensed, heart lurching in my throat. My mind flashed back to the steps of my building the night of Colin’s gallery. Her name on Jase’s screen. The way he’d avoided me after.
Baxter stood, arching in a stretch before hopping off the bed and strolling out of the room.
Maybe I should follow. Just walk into the living room and keep walking out the door, back to my own apartment, and pretend this never happened.
I didn’t know what Jase’s relationship with his parents was like, but I got the sense there was tension there. Maybe even tension with Alec. Tension that this—me—would likely only make worse.
Not for the first time, I wished Jase could be not Alec’s brother. Notanyone’sbrother. That he could just be some guy I’d met who had no connections to my past and wouldn’t cause complications for either of us.
Maybe he wished that too. And if he decided the complications were too much, I’d get it.
It would hurt. But I would understand.
He silenced the phone and ran his hand through his sleep-mussed hair. The gesture tugged at something tender behind my ribs.
“She was probably calling about my travel plans for when I go home in a few weeks. For the, uh…” His eyes flicked to mine, then back to his phone. “The baby shower.”
Right.
Stephanie’s baby shower. That Alec would be at because Stephanie was his pregnant wife.
And Jase was his brother.
I should leave.
I should find my dress and go home, where I’d work from now on so Jase didn’t have to worry about avoiding me, and we’d only have to interact again at the symposium?—
“Hey.”
My attention snapped back to Jase as he tossed his phone aside.
He slid down beside me on the bed, his body warm against mine, and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “I don’t want to think about that right now,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “Not after last night.”
His eyes held mine, open and sincere, searching. Always searching.Seeing.
Screw it.
