Free Skin Tight (Skin Deep #4) by J. M. Stone Page B

carefully slid to the side, collapsing in a heap beside him as he gathered me in his arms, his lips finding mine and stealing what little breath I had left with a sweet kiss. When he finally released my mouth, we laid there entwined with each other in the silence broken only by our ragged breathing.
    Then when we’d come down enough, he rolled, nudging my thighs apart and settling his hips between them before he pressed inside me and did everything he promised he would.
    And then some.

Chapter 10
    I rolled over and silenced the alarm blaring through the room, effectively silencing a groaning Ian, too.
    He pulled me into his arms and tucked me back into his side, grumbling in my hair, “Why the hell did you set the alarm clock on a Sunday?”
    I patted his shoulder and kissed his chest, yawning as I answered, “Breakfast at Mom and Dad’s, remember?”
    “God…” he groaned again, burying his face against me further.
    We’d been up most of the night, both of us taking turns exploring each other with the new toy I’d gotten from Allie’s party last night (I was lucky, it was the only one she’d had with her), neither one of us remembering, or even caring for that matter, that we had to be up early to be at my parents’ house. Thank God I’d set my alarm earlier that evening before we’d left just to be sure I wouldn’t forget, or there would have been hell to pay.
    I could only imagine my mother stomping into my house, into the bedroom, whipping the covers off of us (naked or not), and screeching at us to get our asses in gear. Because she’d do it, just to make sure all of her babies were together for breakfast, especially since we hadn’t done it in a while.
    I cuddled closer to Ian for a moment longer, then pulled away, sliding out of bed and stretching before I walked into the bathroom to take care of business. I stepped into the shower, the steam billowing around me, making me moan as the hot water pounded down on muscles sore from the vigorous activities of the previous night. I was halfway through my shower routine before I realized that Ian had never stumbled into the room.
    “Ian!” I hollered, my voice echoing through the room. “You have to get up!”
    I laughed as I heard him growl then yell back, “I’m awake! Isn’t that enough?”
    “No,” I shouted back. “Get moving, we’re gonna be late!”
    Forty-five minutes later, we were showered, dressed, and pulling into my parents’ driveway. “Damnit,” I muttered under my breath, realizing that we were the last ones to arrive. We hurried inside, calling out hellos, counting it as a minor blessing that they hadn’t started eating yet. Most of them were all sitting in the living room, with the exception of Emma, Jenna, Mom, and Daisy, Allie’s mom.
    I glanced around, looking for Chloe (since my mom had guilted her into coming today), noticing that she wasn’t in the room, either, but Brandon was, sitting beside a man that I’d never seen before. I raised an eyebrow at him in question and he just gave a barely perceptive shake of his head, telling me silently that he’d tell me later. I glanced up at Ian to see him watching Brandon with the same inquisitive expression that I had, but let it go. Ian joined Luke, Brandon, and the stranger on the couch, saying hi to Noah, who was sitting on the loveseat with Jackson, holding Caleb. Allie, her dad, and Calland were on the floor with Everly, Liam, and Hayden, while Jarrod sat on the arm of my dad’s recliner, showing him some kind of handheld game. I waved to everyone and then walked into the kitchen to tell my mom, sisters, and Daisy hello.
    “Leah, hi, honey!” Mom said when I entered the room, not giving me a chance to speak. “Do me a favor and have one of the guys open this jar for me. I can’t get it open!”
    She thrust a jar of strawberry jam at me and turned back to the stove. Jenna was standing at the counter pouring batter into muffin pans, and Emma was at the toaster,