It was nearly eleven when Kate slowly opened her eyes. She did a double take when she glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed. "Aaron!" She yelled as she scrambled to her feet.
His bedroom was empty and the house was silent. Panic set in as she raced from room to room.
"He's with my mom," Jack yelled. She followed the voice to find him sitting at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper.
"Why is he with your mother?"
"Because now you have no excuses to spend the day with me," he looked up quick enough to smile then went back to his paper. "Feel free to go back to bed if you're still tired."
"You're awfully relaxed," Kate sat down on the barstool next to his.
"Well after last night, I feel relaxed." He grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. "And I think you relaxed about 4 or 5 times last night..."
"So, what all do you have planned for this day we're spending together?" She finally pressed.
"Well, I thought we'd relax a few more times..." he grinned mischievously as he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. "...until you were ready to talk about us."
"Us?" She played innocent.
"Admit it, last night felt good," he carried her into the bed, still not letting go. Instead, he managed to lay down and pull her so she straddled him as his hands moved to both sides of her hips, holding her in place. They were both fully clothed and that somehow made it more intimate.
"You're really fishing for compliments here," she offered a small laugh.
"Us, Kate. Not the sex, the rest of it. Sleeping in each other's arms, waking up to each other..." he watched that blush creep across her cheeks. When they first split up, she was too angry to entertain the idea of a reconciliation. As time went on, when he'd bring up the idea of them together she'd get this blush, a distinct blush that he suspected only occurred when she had actually been feeling the same sparks rekindling.
"It was really nice," Kate admitted, dark turfs of curls falling over her face when she looked down. "You know I've missed you..." he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a heated kiss. "And I've missed being a family," she continued, her voice trailing off as Jack flipped so he hovered over her, his mouth connecting with the sensitive skin on her neck.
"What else?"
"Jack," she whimpered, her leg wrapping over his hips, pushing his growing member against her thigh, making her moan softly.
"What else do you miss?" He pushed. It wasn't the most orthodox way to get through to her but he reasoned that watching her squirm under him, eager for his touch was the best way to make her realize how desperately she craved him. He just needed the willpower to hold out.
"Your touch," she panted. He bent down, kissing her stomach; he smiled to himself at the immediate way her legs spread apart, ready to be taken. He slowly kissed and nibbled her inner thigh to tease her. Kate grabbed his hair, yanking it harder than she ever had before so he gave her what she needed.
Without warning, he sucked her clit, giving her no chance to ease into it. She released a primal growl as her hips bucked, trying to move closer to him. He put all his weight into holding her thighs down, knowing how much she enjoyed being restrained. Sure enough, within minutes she was white knuckled from holding his head against her. He let him tongue go limp, both bringing her down from her high and also leading her into another orgasm.
"Hold me," she begged as her breathing began to steady. She wasn't the type to beg and he was drawn to this vulnerable side of her. He held her tightly, leaving kisses on the side of her head. "It's nice to lay like this again," she admitted, glancing back at him. "I missed that, too."
He kissed her bare shoulder. "What do you say we go get some lunch?" He suggested.
Kate nodded. "Let me shower," she whispered. She kissed him quickly before slipping out of his arms and into the shower.
When she returned, the bedroom was empty. She furrowed her brow and wrapped her towel tighter before going in search of Jack. He wouldn't have been ready so quickly, so where was he?
"No, I don't want that. I just think we need to talk about this in person, Jade..." Jack's voice carried. Kate followed the voice, cowering in the shadows to eavesdrop. "Okay, I'll send you the details when I'm able to get away. Bye."
Jack jumped when he saw her. "You snuck up on me," he smirked. He stepped closer, whipping her towel off.
Before his hands could make contact with her, she stepped back. "Why are you meeting Jade?" She asked, anger already building.
"That... that's not what you're thinking..." Jack stammered.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling. You need to go." Kate headed to the front door, still completely naked. She wanted to grab her towel but knew it would sting him more to watch her walking away in the buff.
"Kate, think of last night..." Jack pleaded.
"I think last night was a mistake. You shouldn't have come here. Goodbye, Jack."
They both knew what she was doing; he'd never stand in front of the door, begging and pleading with Kate naked for everyone to see. He knew that's what she was counting on. "It isn't what you think," Jack said softly before turning to leave. "We aren't over, Kate," but his words fell of deaf ears. She had already shut the door, all her walls building back up.