The Most Dangerous Kind of Love

Chapter Twenty-Four

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The Most Dangerous Kind of Love 24

"Channing, what do you want to eat?" Jason called from the kitchen.

"Anything's fine!" I replied as I plopped down on the couch.

Opening a magazine, I flipped through the pages for a few minutes until Jason appeared over me. His face was a few mere inches from mine, so his minty breath fanned across my face.

"Hi," he smiled cheekily.

"Hey," I chuckled.

"You're so pretty," he said in a childish voice.

Blushing slightly, I leaned forward and pecked his lips. "You're too sweet."

Smiling proudly, Jason straightened himself and set a plate of food on my lap. Chicken, beans, and potatoes filled the dish, and I wasted no time in digging in. Jason took his seat next to me and did the same.

"Are you worried about the doctors appointment in a few weeks?" he asked me after a minute of comfortable, silent eating.

"Should I be?"

"I don't know. I'm worried because I hope everything healed okay," he replied.

It's been over a month since Hunter stabbed me. I've healed, thankfully, but the doctors just want to be sure, so I'm going back three weeks from now for a checkup.

Over the past month, Jason has been wonderful. He's never complained about me living with him. He always cooks breakfast, lunch, and dinner because he thinks that I could overdo it accidentally. I have told him multiple times that I was fine- and I have been for weeks- but he insists on taking care of me in every possible way. Even though it can get old at times, I can't believe how sweet he is for doing that. He has done so much for me, and I don't know what I would do without him.

"What are you thinking about?" Jason asked, making me look at him.

Smiling, I replied with a simple, "Nothing."

"Oh, come on," he pried.

Sighing, I said, "I was just thinking about how great you've been to me. I don't know how I'll ever repay you-"

"Stop right there," he said, putting his plate down on the coffee table. Turning back to me, he took mine and placed it next to his before taking my face in his palms. "I'm going to say this one last time, so listen good: you don't have to repay me, Channing. I'm not doing anything worth repaying. All I'm doing is taking care of the woman I love. I want to do this, and you can't convince me that I'm doing a service. This is because I love you."

"But-"

"No buts," he cut in. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but stop feeling so guilty that you live here. It's nothing to feel bad about. I love living with you. I love taking care of you."

Looking deep into his eyes, I saw nothing but truth in them. His hands were still on my face, so I used that to propel me forward. I kissed him hard. He seemed taken aback for a second, but he quickly recovered and returned the kiss.

What started off as a simple kiss quickly turned into something more. It became passionate. The heat in the room rose quickly after that, and the next thing I knew, Jason had leaned backwards and pulled me on top of him.

The kiss turned into a make-out session as soon as Jason ran his tongue across my bottom lip. Butterflies arose in my stomach, making my heart pound. Granting him access, his tongue plunged into my mouth. I returned the action.

When his hands started roaming my body, I involuntarily moaned when he squeezed my ass, pulling me in closer to him. Reaching my own hands up, I started running my fingers through his soft, brown hair, pulling slightly as I did so. Shifting slightly to get in a better position- and without realizing it- I accidentally ground our hips against each other's. The groan that slipped from Jason's lips made the temperature shoot up twice what it was.

It was then that I realized something: I wanted Jason. I wanted him in a way I hadn't before.

It wasn't like me at all to think like this, but it was true.

My eyes shot open when his hands slipped under my shirt and found a resting spot directly beneath my breasts.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," Jason said, seriousness filling his voice. His eyes were open as well, and although he sounded serious, his eyes were filled with lust. "I don't know how much more of this I can take before I can't stop-"

Kissing him hard again, I let out a smile when he moaned against my lips. Grinding my hips on his again, I could tell how excited he was getting.

Pulling back from me again, he groaned out, "Channing, I'm being serious. I won't be able to stop if you keep doing things like this."

Looking into his eyes, I made my decision.

"Then don't stop."