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His hovering presence teases the hairs on the back of my neck. He doesn’t even have to be touching me to make my goddamn follicles reach out for him. Instead, I reach for the broom and dustpan he’s holding.
“Go and make your tea. I’ll take care of the plant.”
Blood surges to my cheeks, and I come to standing, averting my eyes from his below-the-waist area.
“Thank you.”
“Why are you blushing?” He smirks. The man knows exactly why I’m blushing.
“You surprised me, that’s all,” I say, wiping my sweat-soaked hands on my pajama shorts nervously.
“Never had a house cleaner show up in his skivvies?”
I meet his gaze and smile, thinking about the bulging package I briefly glimpsed. A very promising package, indeed. “Sure, but the half-naked housekeeper only comes on Tuesdays.”
Jakob guffaws like he’s totally comfortable traipsing around my house like this.
And honestly, I could get used to it.
When I turn around from the kettle, Jakob has mercifully thrown on his jeans. Still, it does nothing to keep me from feeling lightheaded at all that skin and bunching muscles as he reaches for two mugs from the shelf next to the sink.
I must have some kind of look on my face because when he turns around, his eyes catch mine, and his whole casual demeanor changes. Slowly, examining me from head to toe, Jakob approaches. Standing in front of me, a mug in each hand, he sets each one on the counter on either side of me. This brings his face too, too close to mine. He inhales.
“You smell good.”
I don’t know how to feel about that, but my stomach decides to do a cartwheel. No one has ever said that to me.
Jakob, for his part, still exudes that spicy, woody scent I picked up on yesterday, and it radiates off his chest. “Thanks.” His ceramic mug clunks against the tiled countertop, but his arms remain there, caging me in. My insides spin like a top, anticipating what may come next. I swallow. “So do you.”
He stays right there, inches from my face.
I don’t know what to do here, so I make small talk. “Did you sleep well?”
“Nope,” he answers without hesitation.
“Oh. I’m sorry, that couch is terrible. I’m sure you’ll be happy to go back to your own bed soon enough?—”
Jakob cuts off my nervous chatter with a soft kiss that sets off the range of emotions I am trying so hard to control. After all, he’s leaving to go back to Arenhammer today. We’re going to go slow and see what happens, right?
But oh, the way he drags his lips over my throat is so enticing, so mind-bending, I find myself wishing he would stay for the weekend. But how can he? Jakob has no clothes, no toothbrush…
“It wasn’t the sofa,” he breathes against my collarbone, pressing a kiss in the hollow there that has me shivering. “Although,” he adds with a laugh, “it’s not the best for sleeping. You were on my mind all night.”
This is a dream. I ate some special brownies and now I’m having a euphoric kind of dream. That must be it because this sort of thing doesn’t happen to me.
“I-I was?”
Jakob’s kiss travels lower, caressing the skin of my chest south of my collarbone, brushing over my sternum and blazing a path to the other side. My head spins. My thin, cotton pajamas feel oddly uncomfortable and stifling.
“Yeah…I found myself wishing I was in your bed with you.”
I gasp. “But you said you wanted to go slow…”
He laughs and lets his kiss travel farther, caressing the swell of my breast with his lips. “I did say that.”
I blurt, “You-you should have come to my bed, Jakob.”
His arms close in around me, and his kisses over my skin intensify. He drags his mouth over to the opposite breast, making love to the swell that just beginning to spill over the neckline of my pajama top.
