All Chapters of Accidentally In Love With You: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

They played for hours…or at least, Riley played. Dianna and Jack helped him in places where he couldn’t quite get the puzzle or couldn’t quite win the fight. They stopped for lunch—Jack made them toasted ham, cheese, and tomato sandwiches—and then they ordered Thai for dinner. It was almost a perfect day for Dianna. There were all the things she loved—food, fun, and computer games. It didn’t hurt that she had the company of two adorable men to boot. Okay, so one adorable kid and one too-gorgeous-for-words man who could never be more than a friend Even if all those reasons—her health and the fact she would be a burden on him—seemed flimsy when she spent the day in his atmosphere. Did Jack even know the effect he was having on her? She doubted it. As far as Jack was concerned, Dianna was the annoying neighbor next door he had to make nice with for work. Even if it hadn’t felt like that for a while now, Dianna couldn’t lose sight of the truth. She and Jack were a non-starter, r

Jack couldn’t drag his eyes off Dianna. Now that he’d kissed her, now that he’d felt her skin under his fingers, now that he’d breached that boundary, he couldn’t go back. He knew it would likely end in disaster, but he was helpless to stop himself from careening toward the edge. It wasn’t responsible, and it wasn’t advisable, and it was a very bad idea, but he really didn’t give a fuck anymore. All his reasons for staying away from her had dissolved with that first kiss, and now he wanted more. He’d abstained from letting himself get too close to a woman for so long, that he’d forgotten just how delicious it was to get lost in one. That’s how it had been with Kara. A whirlwind. A hurricane. A rush. Terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. And even though he still bore the scars from being with Kara and abandoning himself to her and the way she made him feel, Jack couldn’t stop himself from walking into the very same thing with Dianna. He was o

Jack came back from the bathroom and climbed into the bed beside Dianna, pulling her close and…snuggling. Jack hadn’t snuggled with a woman since Kara. He’d had sex in the intervening years but not much and not often, and there was never snuggling. He missed snuggling. Was that an unmanly thing to think? Did he care? No. He didn’t care. He wasn’t one of those people who dismissed the power of touch. How many times had he held his son close just because he needed the touch of another human being? Too many to count, and now that Riley was getting older, fewer and fewer. His kid was getting to the age where it wasn’t cool, not that it stopped Jack from hugging his son every chance he got, every chance Riley gave him consent. He didn’t want Riley growing up thinking needing a hug meant he was less than. Everyone needed a hug now and then or their version of a hug, whatever that may be. He also didn’t want Riley growing up thinking he had to give people things like hugs or other famil

“Damage report.” Dianna hadn’t even opened her eyes yet, and she was scanning her body for pain. She was sore, but…it wasn’t the normal pain. Oh, the joint stiffness and twinge lower back and shoulder were barking, but there was also soreness between… Dianna’s eyes flew open. This wasn’t her room. This wasn’t her apartment. With a thick swallow, she gingerly turned her head to the side and saw him. He slept. The dragon slept. Eyes closed, lashes kissing the high cheekbones, his hair a mess on the pillow beside her. His naked chest moved with his deep, restful breaths. His bare skin ended where the sheet covered his narrow hips, leaving the tantalizing happy trail visible and leading her eyes down, down, down. She swallowed again, her mouth dry. Dianna knew what was beneath the sheet. Knew it intimately. She’d had her hands all over that body and in that hair. He’d had his hands all over her, and his mouth and his tongue and teeth and…she swallowed again, her mouth

Dianna groaned at the familiar but unwanted pain as she pushed up from her desk. It had been a long fucking week. She didn’t know if it was pain from sitting in one spot for so long, the stress of her current project, the long hours, part of her pain cycle, the lack of sleep, or the pent-up sexual tension from seeing Jack nearly every night but not being able to touch him. It could be one, three, or every single one of the above reasons, or it could be a sign that her disorder was progressing. Her last doctor’s appointment had led her to believe that her disorder was being managed, even if her pain wasn’t always manageable, but that didn’t mean something hadn’t changed. Of course, thinking of the worst-case scenario wouldn’t help, but with the way she was feeling, it was hard to keep a positive outlook. Maybe she just needed another night of unbridled sex with her grumpy DILF next door. If only she could get him alone. Yes, they’d seen each other every day, but Riley was with him.