now, because you’ve always loved me, and this is the best time for both of us, because we’re not young and stupid. Or that would be me, not being as young or stupid. So what’s the verdict?”
“You’re not worried?”
“About what?”
Her hand reached out and touched his shirt, then pressed on, curving around his rib cage. It made him draw a jagged breath, and then a brief moment of pain as he got even harder.
“You and me together, it could be the worst thing.”
“You don’t think I can please you?”
Her lip turned up into a smirk. “I know what pleases me, so I can give you some tips. It’s not that. It’s everything else.”
He knew this; he thought about it constantly. “Lindsay. You know we can’t keep doing this thing. Sleeping with other people and then retreating to each other, three times a year. I live for April, August, and Christmas, do you know that?”
She licked her lips. “You missed last August, Christmas, and April, and I didn’t get an explanation.”
“This is your explanation. I can make a mistake, can’t I? And I’m here now making up for it. I lived for those times with you, even when I was with other people.”
“I understand.” She sank a bit, when she sighed, and inched closer to him. He hoped he was reading her right.
“You know we can’t be with other people and save each other during the apocalypse, Lindsay. There won’t be enough room in the bunker.”
She laughed softly. “Where is that bunker going to be again? New York or Vancouver?”
He’d brought her back to that zone, but he didn’t want to leave himself there. “So what do you say, Lindsay?”
“It’s just three weeks, right?”
“You can think of it as a temporary thing all you want, but I’m in this for as long as you’ll have me.”
He didn’t know if that would work. It was different, with Lindsay, because he’d let her know too much about how his personal life worked. She knew when he was with somebody, could stack them up together, find patterns, preferences, compare histories. It was unnerving to try and make himself be seen as one way by someone who had seen not just who he was, but every kind of person he was, with every other person.
She tugged at his waist and pulled him toward her, and he claimed her mouth before she thought of more reasons to doubt him.
Chapter 10
So maybe there’s something to this, not casual sex.
Or he’s that great of an actor.
He couldn’t have been acting though. She’d seen him unguarded. It felt like one of those times. Lindsay didn’t think of him as an actor anyway, never mind if the rest of the world did.
She had never seen his show. Too bad, because the lushly photographed series about two mysterious immortals, solving crime in different time periods per ten-episode season, was something she would have liked to watch. But between wrapping season one and its airing, she found out that he had started exclusively seeing his co-star Jessica Fontana. Beautiful, thin, flawless Jessica Fontana. When the show premiered, she kept finding reasons not to watch it, and then never did. It was on cable, and they weren’t shy about nudity. He had more than one love scene with his co-star, and she didn’t feel like seeing him in that context, for the first time, with someone else.
Mine, she thought, as she kissed him. It was irrational. She was having feelings about this, when she had told herself that she didn’t need to. My Jake.
It was his fault; he was so damn into it. He groaned into her mouth like he was restraining himself, when he was already robbing her breath and pushing her into the wall. She felt him hard against her belly, and she gave him an appreciative stroke.
“We need to be on the bed,” he said. It sounded like he was begging.
She reached up to undo the buttons on the back of her dress; it would be easier to do standing up. Shrugging her shoulders one way and then the other made the dress fall. After kicking her
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