Jake (California Dreamy) - By Rian Kelley Page 0,67

to her and tilted the frames so that she could see their impish faces better. “She sends me new pictures every year.”

“How old are they?”

“Ten and seven.”

“They’re cute.” And looked at lot like Jake, with the same coloring and bone structure.

“Come on,” he urged, clasping her hand and giving it a tug. “It gets better in the bedroom.”

“It’s always better in the bedroom,” Ivy agreed, smiling. She followed him willingly. They only had a few minutes before they needed to get on the road, but she wanted to see where Jake lived, how he lived. Which, so far, was very Spartan.

The bedroom was dominated by a large pillow-topped bed that was covered in dark blue—sheets, comforter, even a few accent pillows. She let her fingers trail over the duvet. It was some kind of cotton-silk blend that was incredibly soft against her skin.

In here, the windows were covered with black-out shades, also navy in color—and on the night stand a lava lamp undulated in a lazy, sensuous pattern that she found almost mesmerizing. She commented on it.

“If I have trouble falling asleep, I just stare at it for a few minutes,” he said.

Yes, everything about the room was engineered to induce a pleasant, deep sleep.

“You have a walk-in closet.” Okay, she was a little jealous of that. Her closet was no bigger than a porta-potty.

“You want to know what’s in there?”

She watched him walk toward the double doors, but then he stood in front of them, barring her way.

“Yes,” she decided. Though his uniforms probably filled out much of the space, it was obvious he had hidden some kind of treasure behind those doors. “Do I have to give you the secret password first?”

He shook his head. “There are other ways of persuading me.”

She advanced on him, her sandals clicking against the hard wood floor. “We have a few minutes.” And it had been nearly four days since they’d made love. The physical and emotional distance was beginning to shred her insides. She placed her hands on his chest, rolled to her toes, and then took his mouth in a kiss that made no use of the preliminaries. Her tongue stroked the seam of his lips and he opened, seeking her heat. They clung to each other like that, their tongues tangling, his hands coming up to cradle the cheeks of her ass and hold her against his growing erection.

She broke away. “Vegas,” she reminded him.

They were meeting her sister for dinner at six-thirty. It was twelve-twenty and the drive took five hours. They needed to check into their hotel, freshen up from the drive—

“I only need a few minutes,” he said, nipping at the tendon in her neck.

“A quickie?”

Why did that bother her? A few days ago it had been glorious, but now she didn’t think it would be enough, not after the hours and miles apart. And she needed more from him than that on an emotional level. She had missed him, from the moment he’d awoken from that bad dream. She’d felt them drifting apart then, and after she’d laid bare her feelings and they had fumbled through lunch, she’d known the distance was becoming an issue. She didn’t like being needy. It came too close to the Ivy she’d been at sixteen, looking for love anywhere. But it pained her like nothing else ever had, the thought of losing Jake. She’d fallen in love with him but couldn’t possibly tell him that now. It’d probably push him into volunteering for the next assignment that placed him anywhere else but here.

“What’s wrong?”

She hesitated a moment too long and Jake noticed. He pulled back and stared into her eyes. She couldn’t come up with any vague, innocuous words to string together and she didn’t want to try. It wasn’t her way. All along she’d felt like they were at the same place at the same time. But not now. And she didn’t like being in love alone.

He pushed her hair back from her face. “Ivy?”

“Nothing.” She decided to play it off. It was the safest way to go. She shifted so that his leg came between hers. His hands flexed on her hips, but it was more reaction than intent.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t hide from me.”

She pressed herself against the hard muscles of his thigh, determined to distract him. Today she’d arrived at his apartment and he had answered the door with that wicked grin on his face and not a single care. But behind his