The best day of my life was slowly being ruined by damage control.

“Someone must have tipped off the paps because a small group of them was waiting for us when we left early. One of them got a little too close to Olive so I gave him a shove.”

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the window.

“No. He damn near tripped her,” Jason shouted suddenly. Despite being right next to him, I couldn’t hear what Megan was saying. I could hear her rising voice all right, but I couldn’t make out her words.

“I’m not apologizing,” Jason growled at her. “I won’t have anyone crowd her just because she is too polite to tell them to back off. I called to give you a heads up. Now you know. Do whatever you want with it.”

With those last words, he hung up on her.

For the rest of the ride, he didn’t speak to me, so I didn’t think it would be a good idea to force a conversation on him. Maybe he was already regretting kissing me? Or maybe he had been playing and I was too dense to notice we were acting? Could he be that cruel? Or maybe he was angry about the paps mentioning the photo from the premiere that made so many headlines…

If he was angry about that, I didn’t know how to fix it. I’d waited for him to say something about it the day the picture had gone online, but I was too chicken shit to mention it on my own. When he didn’t bring it up and chose to act like nothing was wrong…well, why poke the bear right? However, maybe if I apologized, he would soften at least enough to speak again.

Gaah… He was making both my heart and my head hurt with his loud silence.

We spotted the paparazzi lying in wait in front of his house the moment he turned the corner onto his street.

“Damn it!” Jason growled, speeding up toward the gate before they could get between the car and the gate and block our entrance.

I shielded my face with my hand as they started to light up their flashes to get a glimpse into the car. I had no idea if they could see through the black windows or not, but in any case I wasn’t in the mood to force a smile.

Jason managed to get us in without any problems.

“Either there is something new going on that we don’t know about, or they know we’re married,” Jason said as he drove the car up the driveway.

Soundlessly, I nodded in agreement.

After the short ride up, when we were safely tucked away from unwanted eyes, I jumped out as soon as the car was parked.

Jason had given me my own key to the house, but I still waited for him to let us in. No matter what he said, this little palace was his, not mine. I was more like a glorified roommate than a wife.

When Jason came up next to me, I avoided eye contact and waited for him to unlock the door.

Truth be told, I had planned to run to my room and hide there for a few months, but as soon as we walked in and Jason closed the door behind us, he grabbed my hand and pinned me to the wall.

My breath came out in a whoosh as my back hit the wall, hard.

“Jason,” I gasped, shocked.

He captured my face in his hands and my heart skyrocketed when I saw the look on his face.

“Do it again,” he growled.

My eyes on his, my breathing hard, I quietly asked, “Do what, Jason?”

“Kiss me like that. Again.” It almost sounded like a threat.

I swallowed and looked down at his lips. “That wasn’t me,” I whispered, my voice barely functioning. “You kissed me.” I fisted my hands and pressed them against the wall. My body was shaking with years of want and need for him.

God, I’d wanted this boy to look at me like he was looking at me at that moment ever since I’d learned about how a boy should kiss a girl. He was my perfect guy.

“Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said as he ran his nose against my neck, breathing me in. He was breathing me in! “That was all you.”

His lips ghosted over mine and I took a quick, sharp breath. When he backed off an inch or two, taking his warmth away, I found myself going after him like a puppet being played.

He tilted his head. “Kiss me, Olive,” he repeated again, his eyes locked on mine.

Starved for him, I launched myself into his arms. My arms went around his neck and I roughly pulled him down to my lips. That was all the invitation he needed. He pushed me back against the wall and let me take what I wanted.

When I tilted my head to deepen the kiss and tasted his tongue on mine, he groaned. Bending down, his hand reached under my skirt for the curve of my ass and he hoisted me up against the wall.

I squealed into his mouth, but he didn’t break our kiss. That was the point where he took over and gave me something I’d never had with any other guy.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tighter, threading my fingers into his hair and pulling on them slightly.

He groaned, a sound that was so rough and delicious that it vibrated through me and caused even more heat to pool between my legs, an area that was now in close contact with his jean-clad cock. I tightened my legs around him, dying to get a little more friction against his hardness. As if he knew what I needed, his hands tightened on my ass and he thrust his hips right where I needed him. Pronto!

He broke our kiss and I took a big gulp of air as he grazed my jawline with his teeth and then moved down over my throat. His breathing was just as erratic as mine was. When he gave me another thrust, hitting the—perfect—spot, I gasped and threw my head back, hitting the wall with a thud that probably caused me to lose more than a few brain cells.

Being kissed by him was worth every one.

Then his lips were on mine and suddenly we were moving. I held his face in my hands and took as much as I could from his lips. I didn’t even care where he was taking me as long as he kept kissing me like that.

When my ass hit something solid, I opened my eyes and looked around while Jason’s hands were working to get off my panties under my skirt. We were in the kitchen area and I was sitting on the kitchen island.

Hot!

I was about to score big time!

The panties got caught up in my shoes and he practically snapped them off, startling another gasp from me. The lights coming from his backyard were enough for me to see his dark eyes burning with heat. Heat for me. His big hands kept caressing my thighs, but otherwise he let me have my look as we panted, out of breath.

His eyes still on me, he licked his lips, slipped his hands in between my thighs, and spread them wide open, making space for his body.

I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his. Our eyes were open and I was falling so deep with him—no turning back, done for life deep.

“Will you be wet for me when I touch you?” he whispered against my mouth. His fingers were toying with me, caressing an imaginary trail from my knee up toward my pussy, never quite touching, but getting too damn close for me to sit absolutely still.

My heart beating out of my chest, I nodded. “So wet,” I whispered.

“Good,” he muttered in a thick voice, and finally, finally his fingertips touched me right there.

My eyes closed. I moaned and threw my head back.

His hand left me and he cupped my neck, bringing my forehead back to rest against his.

“No, baby. I want you to look into my eyes when I make you come. I want you to remember.”

As if I could ever forget him touching me…

He gave me his finger again, but this time, he didn’t caress or play. He pushed two of his fingers inside me, literally taking my breath away, and pressed his thumb firmly against my clit.

My legs shaking, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He wasn’t moving and I needed him to move really bad. It wasn’t going to take more than a few seconds for me to come. A few thrusts and I was going to lose it.