OBSESSED

27

JARROD

My hands trembled around the steaming mug of tea nestled in my palms.

Even after Leah explained herself, I was still struggling with her ex being here, in her house.

Not just for quick hello, either. He had helped her and then schmoozed his way into her house.

She claimed he slept on the couch and I had no choice but to believe her. Otherwise, I would make sure he had more than just a flat tire to worry about.

I shifted my hungry gaze down to Leah's appetizing ass. She was traded her robe for sweats and an apron to make us brunch.

The sight of her so calm and fluid in her own environment helped erase the taste in my mouth from earlier. My hands ached to cup her curves instead of this mug.

"Can I butter the toast?" I asked.

Twisting around, Leah lifted a brow and smiled. "Nope. You can sit there and look pretty."

"But I want to help." I slid off the barstool at her breakfast nook and padded over to where she was flipping our fried eggs.

"You'll just distract me," she said.

My lips tugged up. "Oh yeah? Maybe that's my endgame."

"I thought you weren't going to think about sex today," she reminded me with a mocking smirk.

"Well, now I'm feeling territorial as fuck."

Blood flooded under the fair skin of her cheeks and neck, painting her in a luminescent pink glow. My arms instinctively wrapped around her as I nuzzled into her shoulder.

"Territorial, huh?" She laughed breathily. "Are you gonna piss on me?"

"I might."

She laughed again. "What's that called? Piss play?"

"Mmm, yummy."

"Eww!" She swatted at me and I released her, watching her dance away from me as she laughed.

I was rooted to the floor, admiring how adorable but unnervingly sexy she was like this. She was comfortable here, even with me. That stroked my ego. Her eyes glittered while she eyed me.

"What's a little piss gonna hurt?" I asked with a grin.

"Your dick when I break it."

Now I was laughing. "You're going to burn the eggs if you keep dodging me, you know."

"Then let me work," she said, lifting her chin as she shooed me away with the oily spatula.

"Hmph." I leaned against the island and motioned for her to resume. "Since you're cooking," I said, "I'd still like to take you out today. Maybe we can go out tonight. How do you feel about bowling?"

Her head snapped around. "That would be fun! Are you any good?"

I shrugged. I might have been in a league all through childhood and I might have been a pretty decent bowler. My mother didn't raise an ass, though, so I said, "Eh. I just like to have fun."