Jared Pov
Eating was…difficult. More than once I wanted to just shove the plates off of the coffee table and throw him down on it. I was having trouble with…so many things. Watching the way his lips formed around the bottle, his tongue slid out and tapping the bottom, curling slightly to catch all of the liquid before lowering, and sliding his tongue over his wet lips. Did he always f*****g drink like that? How in the world could someone make drinking sexy?
I didn’t even realize how deprived I was until I started teasing him in the driveway of Ashton’s house earlier. It had been building, building, slowly building. In the grocery store, getting the paint, and up against the door…I just wanted to be done eating already. But then, he’d think all I wanted from him was s*x and I wanted so m
