“Oh, you’ll remember!”
“Funny, last night I made a grocery list!”
?
??For more alcohol!” Jake shouted.
They were nose to nose, breathing heavy, and for some insane reason all Jake could think about was kissing her. Hard. Teaching her a lesson and then pushing her against the counter, preferably away from the fertility test, and having his damn way with her, over and over again.
Her eyes flickered to his lips.
Jake reached for her but she reached for him first.
Their mouths collided with such force that Jake groaned.
Her lips were plump and tasted like wine and salt. Good Lord he wanted to lick up and down her body until she begged him to stop.
“Um, Mr. Titus.” Bob cleared his throat.
Jake jerked away from Char.
“T-the, fertility test.” Char said hoarsely. “You know, all those magical baby-making powers and stuff.” Her eyes closed as if she realized how lame she just sounded.
“We’ll take it all.” Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and watched as Char shook her head once and walked out of the store. Shit.
“Now, would you like me to add in any candy for an extra fifty cents?” Bob asked.
“No candy.”
“Gum.”
“No gum!” Jake pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just what Grandma had on the list.” Bob shrugged and took Jake’s credit card then very slowly put everything into a bag. As soon as Jake got his receipt he ran out of the store. Char was waiting by the car. His footsteps echoed on the concrete as he walked up to the BMW. “You okay?” She sighed and turned to face him. “Well I do wish I had a flask.”
“Oh yeah?”
She managed a smile.
Jake shuddered. “Well, I don’t wish I had to use extra small condoms, thank you very much.”
That brought a smile to Char’s face as Jake unlocked the car for them to get in.
“So that’s it,” he said before starting the car. “Mission accomplished.”
“Right.” She nodded. “Guess so.”
“Yeah.” Irritated with himself, Jake prodded her further. “So you need a ride to the airport or anything Thursday?”
“Um, no, no I’m good.” Char licked her lips. They were still swollen from their kiss. What the hell had come over him? It was the fertility test—well, damn if it didn’t work without ever taking it out of the box.
He gripped the steering wheel hard, and managed to keep his smile as tight as the rest of his humming body.
“Jake?” Char said after a few minutes of silence. Jake was seriously contemplating just pulling over the car and attacking her.
“Yeah?”
“About the wedding. Do you think they’ll let any press inside, you know, to cover some of the pre-ceremony details and family interviews?”
Poor Char, she was probably worried her face would be splashed all over the news again. He needed to put her at ease. “Not at all. Kacey was really specific about no media. So you have nothing to worry about. They don’t want to turn it into a field day. I mean, you know as much as me what happens when the media gets involved.”