Chapter Fifteen
If she’d been watching a movie, Naomi was one hundred percent certain she would have rolled her eyes at Jason’s statement. But the blush creeping up his neck, the sincerity in his voice, created a much different reaction. She felt it in her gut, his need for her. Her want for him.
It had been low-key simmering all day. Well, longer than that, if she was honest with herself. But how it could jump from a simmer to a rolling boil with just his statement, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. She took a step forward, and so did he. In the little kitchen, that was all that was needed. She put her hands on his waist, her eyes level with his chin, she decided to start there. A quick dart in and she nipped the little dent at the front of his chin.
He shivered under her hands, bent
