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know when you’re finished in here.”
The door slammed shut behind him. Kamaria’s knees gave out, causing her to slide down the wall until she sat on the cool tile floor. Her hands trembled, not from cold, but from fear. He was beginning to nudge his way into her heart. She needed to get a grip. If she couldn’t stop herself from falling for Jack, would she ever be in control of anything again? Focus on the little things. The things you can control.
With more focus than was probably necessary, she took another breath. She needed to call Chastity and let her know that this crazy plan wasn’t going to work. But first, Kamaria had to re-twist her hair. Something simple. A task within her control.
She made a big noisy show of opening the door to the bedroom and letting it slam shut. “It’s all yours,” she called out. Jack’s lack of a response made her unintended innuendo hang that much louder in the silence. He was right, as badly as she was tempted to gamble again, that was the lesser of temptations. And if he nudged again, she really would be all his.
Chapter Six
I t’s all yours…
Jack shook his head. She was playing with him again. And damned if he didn’t like it. He picked up his overnight bag. If she was still in the bathroom this time, all bets were off. It was already taking the patience of Job for him to maintain any semblance of control around her.
He pushed the bathroom door open. The room was empty. Thank goodness. He needed time alone to get his mind right.
The moment he closed the door behind him, the solitude he had hoped to have was gone. Her scent still hung heavy in the air. It was a combination of a sweet, flowery smell and peppermint. It invaded his nostrils. Caressed his senses. His entire body reacted to the assault. His hand slid from his belly down to beneath his waistband. He started to stroke himself but stopped. No. What was he doing? He was a grown ass man.
Damn. Never before had any woman so completely invaded his life. Or so quickly.
He made quick work of stripping and jumping into the shower. A decidedly lukewarm shower. He put his forehead against the cool tiles. But his raging hard-on wouldn’t die. He ran through the most non-sexual mental images he could think of. The check he wrote for his baby sister’s last college tuition bill. His mama nagging him about the tuition bill even though he already paid it. His Nonna’s nasty afterschool sandwiches.
Remembering those sandwiches did the trick. He felt himself begin to soften. He grabbed the closest washcloth and mopped his face. Bad move. Kamaria’s scent assaulted him all over again. She’d washed herself with this soft cloth. His imagination flooded with images of all the places that washcloth had been. Twisted between her fingers. Spreading suds up the valley of her thighs. Around her belly. Circling her breasts. Everywhere his hands could have been just moments ago. Jack groaned. He was hard all over again.
He was in no mood to fight it any further. With a soap-slicked hand, he fisted himself. He grunted with every pull. When he came, he bit his forearm to muffle his moan. God, he hoped she couldn’t hear him through the wall.
T hree hours later, Kamaria lay in bed wide awake. Each soap-slicked slapping sound Jack had made during his shower replayed in her mind. The telltale moan that had accompanied his release. Her hand had been jammed against her core ever since. It should have been her hands pleasuring him. Her mouth receiving his release. No-strings-attached sex for the rest of the week shouldn’t have been this complicated. Why was he being so stubborn?
On the other side of the French doors, she could hear Jack trying to get comfortable on the loveseat. The fact that a man his size would entertain the thought of sleeping on that thing was ridiculous. However, he had tried the floor first, but that wound up aggravating an old back injury. Now, his flopping around was keeping her awake. Each toss and
The door slammed shut behind him. Kamaria’s knees gave out, causing her to slide down the wall until she sat on the cool tile floor. Her hands trembled, not from cold, but from fear. He was beginning to nudge his way into her heart. She needed to get a grip. If she couldn’t stop herself from falling for Jack, would she ever be in control of anything again? Focus on the little things. The things you can control.
With more focus than was probably necessary, she took another breath. She needed to call Chastity and let her know that this crazy plan wasn’t going to work. But first, Kamaria had to re-twist her hair. Something simple. A task within her control.
She made a big noisy show of opening the door to the bedroom and letting it slam shut. “It’s all yours,” she called out. Jack’s lack of a response made her unintended innuendo hang that much louder in the silence. He was right, as badly as she was tempted to gamble again, that was the lesser of temptations. And if he nudged again, she really would be all his.
Chapter Six
I t’s all yours…
Jack shook his head. She was playing with him again. And damned if he didn’t like it. He picked up his overnight bag. If she was still in the bathroom this time, all bets were off. It was already taking the patience of Job for him to maintain any semblance of control around her.
He pushed the bathroom door open. The room was empty. Thank goodness. He needed time alone to get his mind right.
The moment he closed the door behind him, the solitude he had hoped to have was gone. Her scent still hung heavy in the air. It was a combination of a sweet, flowery smell and peppermint. It invaded his nostrils. Caressed his senses. His entire body reacted to the assault. His hand slid from his belly down to beneath his waistband. He started to stroke himself but stopped. No. What was he doing? He was a grown ass man.
Damn. Never before had any woman so completely invaded his life. Or so quickly.
He made quick work of stripping and jumping into the shower. A decidedly lukewarm shower. He put his forehead against the cool tiles. But his raging hard-on wouldn’t die. He ran through the most non-sexual mental images he could think of. The check he wrote for his baby sister’s last college tuition bill. His mama nagging him about the tuition bill even though he already paid it. His Nonna’s nasty afterschool sandwiches.
Remembering those sandwiches did the trick. He felt himself begin to soften. He grabbed the closest washcloth and mopped his face. Bad move. Kamaria’s scent assaulted him all over again. She’d washed herself with this soft cloth. His imagination flooded with images of all the places that washcloth had been. Twisted between her fingers. Spreading suds up the valley of her thighs. Around her belly. Circling her breasts. Everywhere his hands could have been just moments ago. Jack groaned. He was hard all over again.
He was in no mood to fight it any further. With a soap-slicked hand, he fisted himself. He grunted with every pull. When he came, he bit his forearm to muffle his moan. God, he hoped she couldn’t hear him through the wall.
T hree hours later, Kamaria lay in bed wide awake. Each soap-slicked slapping sound Jack had made during his shower replayed in her mind. The telltale moan that had accompanied his release. Her hand had been jammed against her core ever since. It should have been her hands pleasuring him. Her mouth receiving his release. No-strings-attached sex for the rest of the week shouldn’t have been this complicated. Why was he being so stubborn?
On the other side of the French doors, she could hear Jack trying to get comfortable on the loveseat. The fact that a man his size would entertain the thought of sleeping on that thing was ridiculous. However, he had tried the floor first, but that wound up aggravating an old back injury. Now, his flopping around was keeping her awake. Each toss and
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