I stop talking because he’s popping the lenses out.
He puts the empty frames on me. “Those nights I lay on the floor here fantasizing about touching you?”
I wait for him expand on that.
“You had your glasses on. Let’s keep these for playtime sometimes.”
I laugh again and do it so hard it’s not remotely sexy. But I can’t help but find this hilarious, because one of the things I thought might have made me less attractive to Jase is no longer a factor, and yet he wants me to wear glasses while we fool around.
“Ain’t life funny?” I ask, running my hand up his chest.
“No,” he whispers, and begins to kiss a path between my breasts while his fingertips work magic on my nipples. “If Fate had given me a clue sooner, you could’ve been mine longer.”
I touch his face, melting.
He angrily adds, “And I never would’ve put you through all that heartache.”
“Don’t look back. I’m not.”
“No? You’re not gonna get pissed off if we run into women from my past who think they’ve got a right to breathe the same air as you?”
“Nope. Because it’s in the past. And they might have had your attention for a minute, but I get to have it for the rest of our lives.”
Jase swallows, looking like he’s still carrying guilt.
“And I get to make babies with you.”
His expression softens a little.
“And do life with you. Maybe I’ll get you to wear a wedding band when we go to town, so everyone knows you’re taken.”
“You think this ink doesn’t say that?” he jokes.
Good point.
“But I can do that. Happy to do that. Are we goin’ to Alaska?” he asks.
I wrinkle my nose. “Maybe not. I don’t want to miss anything important around here.”
“We can talk about it some more when Blakely sends you that job description. Always wanted to fish in Alaska. We know an alpha up there I get along great with. He has a construction company. I don’t mind if we go. I can hop on some jobs with him if I get bored while you work. I want you to have everything you want in life, Bay, and working for the SCC on a big medical project could be a nice feather in your cap.”
“We can talk about it,” I say. “Later. Right now, I want you to ravish me in this bed so we can hurry up and go shift and run.”
“You got it, baby.”
I hesitate. “What if my parents come home?”
“They’re out for at least four or five more hours.”
“You sure?” I ask.
“I arranged it, babe.”
“Do I want to know how you did that?”
“I sent your parents tickets to a concert at the casino for that country singer your mom loves. She told me they’re going to your favorite steakhouse for dinner first.”
He gets down to business, moving down my body with kisses, nips, and caresses, lining up and fitting himself inside me, making gentle, passionate love to me in my bed.