Chapter 15

“Jesus, Cody.” It sounded like a “please” and an admonishment all wrapped up in one. “We’re not going to…I mean….it’s not just about—”

“Kiss me,” I interrupted fiercely.

Jason licked his lips. “The cookies can be—”

“Screw the cookies. They’ll be here later. I just…I need kisses, Jason.”

He groaned, a sound of surrender. He dove in and I opened immediately, letting him have his way. He was powerful and commanding, and I had a brief moment of thought that it was good to see after he’d been so hesitant and nervous earlier before I was swept up in the onslaught of his lips and teeth and tongue.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing heavily, and I didn’t want to stop. I kissed his jaw, his neck, and when he tilted his head to give me easier access, I sucked up a mark. His groan was guttural, filled with lust. I wanted more. I wanted to make him make those noises all night.

“Cody,” he said on a moan. Then his hands clamped onto my hips, his fingers digging in. “Wait.”