He was already invested. He couldn’t let himself go there.

“Jason, move.”

Faith’s voice took him out of his self-reflection, and he did as she said, began to pump his hips back and forth, gliding in and out, riding the high he felt from being with her. Shifting positions, he deliberately thrust hard, hitting a different spot inside her, and she moaned aloud.

“Yes, there.”

With that, he began a steady rhythm, taking them both for a hard ride. She grasped his cheeks and pulled him toward her. His lips came down hard on hers and he continued to pump into her. It wasn’t long before his balls drew up tight, his spine tingled, and just as he knew he was going to come, she cried out his name.

He let himself go, spilling into her and losing a part of himself at the same time.

* * *

Faith rushed to get ready for Noah’s birthday party, knowing she and Jason had to stop at the shop and pick up the goodie boxes she’d put together yesterday. Because her clothes were in the closet in the guest room, she had a break from Jason’s intense stare. He’d been watching her ever since this morning, as if trying to figure out just what had occurred between them in bed.

She’d like to know that herself. Intense didn’t begin to cover it. Life altering might come closer. Reminding herself this was a temporary relationship no matter how close to him she might feel, she finished putting on her makeup, fluffed her hair, drew a deep breath, and stepped into her bedroom. She dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white top, not wanting to call attention to herself at the party. She felt as if she were there to help set up her candy, and though she might also be there with Jason, she wasn’t foolish enough to think she was truly an invited guest. Izzy was just being nice when she’d asked her to come.

It would be more than foolish to act like she was Jason’s date at his nephew’s birthday party and let the heady mix of being on his arm after being in his bed feed dreams that would never happen.

She took a quick glance in the mirror, well aware her cheeks were flushed … because her body was still quivering with awareness from the orgasms … plural … he’d given her this morning. She picked up her purse and walked out of her room in his apartment, meeting up with him in the family room.

Her gaze slid over him, and though she did her best not to ogle, it was difficult. He looked sexy in a pair of dark jeans and a navy turtleneck shirt, those indigo eyes looking through her, his expression knowing. As if he could see her heart and know how fast it was beating just for him.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded, glancing at the time on her phone. “If we leave now, we have enough time to get the goodies and for me to set them up.” She started for the door ahead of him, startled when he grasped her arm and spun her back to face him.