Love In Secrets (Love Distilled #3) - Scarlett Cole Page 0,26

building since she’d last been in his arms.

She glanced down and, to both her extreme joy and distress, she saw that he was hard beneath his boxer briefs. Her fingers itched to reach forward, to slide her nail carefully along his length, to squeeze him . . .

“You should probably go start breakfast, Cass.”

Cassie jumped slightly, heat rushing to her cheeks at the thought of being caught looking at him the way she had. “Right. Yes. Breakfast. I’m on it.”

She hurried past him, into her own room and shut the door. Still damp, she flopped onto the bed, the cool sheets soothing against her heat. She heard the shower turn on, heard the glass door thunk shut. Water would be running down Jake’s naked body, over his dick that had looked so large and . . . She wondered if he would take care of himself in the shower.

Cassie wiggled further back onto the bed and opened her towel. As the sound of water continued to run in the background, she slid her finger between her legs. With zero foreplay, she was already wet. Drenched at the idea of Jake jerking off in the shower. Perhaps he would hold himself firmly, dragging his hand the full length and back. With the mental image in mind, she slid her finger inside her, pulling it out again to circle her clit before sliding it back inside. Perhaps he’d focus on the tip, short, sharp jerks back and forward, applying pressure to the ridge of his head. Her hips began to move, pressing down on her finger as she reached that slightly rippled place guaranteed to get her off.

In her mind, Jake pressed his hand against the glass, lost in the agony of jerking off. He’d be thinking about her, thinking about the way he could have slipped off her towel and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while his fingers did the very thing her own were currently doing.

Cassie began to speed up, the idea of Jake finishing turned her on even more.

Oh, shit. She was going to come. Right here on Jake’s spare bed with him in the room next door. Her head began to spin, a light-headedness that told her she was so close to orgasm. Her stomach muscles contracted.

“Oh, God,” she cried out as wave after wave of sensation flooded through her.

When her breathing returned, she realized the shower had stopped.

When had it stopped?

What if he’d heard her cry out?

The high she’d been riding came crashing around her.

No. He couldn’t have heard her. And if he had, he wouldn’t mention it. Would he?

Quickly, she dressed herself in what she considered her work clothes. She hadn’t really brought any construction clothes with her, but she’d picked up some things at her dad’s office and wore a pair of jeans and a fitted black T-shirt.

By the time Jake entered the kitchen about fifteen minutes later, she’d managed to convince herself everything was fine.

“Are you still wanting to drive over with me this morning?” Jake asked, pouring a cup of the coffee she’d brewed. Good, he was doing normal things. No weird looks or comments.

“Please, if it’s okay. I’m going to see if I can get a handle on what’s going on with the distillery. I’m sorry this has put you so far behind.” Cassie stirred the eggs, before moving to the other skillet to stir the onions and peppers.

Jake grabbed two plates and glasses for orange juice out of the cupboard and placed them on the breakfast bar. “I’ll be honest, it’s a painful delay. But your dad gave us such a great deal on the cost of the project it would be really ungrateful of us to get too pissed off about it. If it helps you to prioritize, we need it done before the bad weather sets in. That’s all.”

“Okay. Good to know. I think there are some procurement errors, meaning we don’t have enough supplies coming in next week. If I can take the crew off this job next week and put them all on one of the other jobs with the materials, it will give them the boost it needs to get ahead. But I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of our friendship.” She placed the two skillets on the cork mats she’d found in one of the cupboards. “Help yourself.”

Jake grabbed a tortilla and started to throw stuff onto his burrito. Her heart squeezed at the lack of measured construction. “What?”