turned him on by breathing.
Fuckin’ universe.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Cash cursed under his breath. “I know, okay? This sucks. Three days ago, I wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes off and—well, and you know. But three days ago, you were Jen, the amazing woman I met at the Tavern.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m still Jen.”
“Yeah—Jen, Carson’s sister,” he said unhappily. “Which means you’re off-limits now.”
She arched one blonde eyebrow. “You’re seriously going to blow me off because you’re scared of my brother?”
“Yes. And I ain’t too manly to admit it—your brother scares the shit outta me.”
“Wow.” She shook her head in amazement. “You’re breaking up with me and we weren’t even dating.”
He narrowed his eyes as a thought occurred to him. “As I recall, you said you don’t date military men.”
“Date them? No. But I’m not averse to sleeping with them.” She smiled faintly. “Come on, cowboy, you know you want to.”
Hell. He was in hell. No, scratch that—he was in the Garden of fucking Eden and Jen was standing before him, dangling the forbidden apple under his nose.
Cash licked his suddenly dry lips. “I can’t. I promised Carson I’d behave. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s ridiculously protective when it comes to you.”
“He’s over protective. And just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean he can dictate who I spend time with.” She went quiet for a beat. “So Carson gets to dictate your life too now?”
“It’s guy code,” he muttered. “You don’t mess around with your friend’s sister, especially when that friend tells you not to. And especially when that friend isn’t just a friend, but also your lieutenant. I made him a promise, Jen.”
“You kind of already broke it. We almost had sex in a coatroom, remember?”
His cock twitched at the memory. He briefly closed his eyes, then opened them to pin her with a firm stare. “I promised Carson to behave,” he repeated. “And I’m a man of my word.”
She smirked. “You really think we can live together and be able to keep our hands off each other?”
No .
He dismissed that deviant burst of cynicism and gathered up some willpower. Jesus. He was a grown man—surely he could respect his friend’s wishes and keep his goddamn pants zipped. Jen might be appealing as hell, but he’d met her only three days ago. His friendship with Carson trumped three measly days.
Steeling himself against her mocking blue eyes, Cash smirked right back at her. “I’ve got great discipline, sweetheart. I think I can keep my hormones under control.”
“Really.” She slanted her head. “What if I told you I like to walk around naked?”
The appealing image caused saliva to fill his mouth. Swallowing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Then I’d politely ask you to put on some clothes.”
“What if I sleepwalk in the middle of the night—naked—and wind up in your bed?”
“Then I’d carry you to your bed, tuck you in, and go back to my room.”
“What if I want to sit in the living room and watch porn? Naked,” she added.
He shrugged. “I’d read a book in my room until you’re done, then come out and watch football.”
She looked frazzled. “You sound very confident in your ability to resist my charms.”
“Discipline,” he reiterated.
“Is that a challenge?”
Aw, hell. This entire discussion was treading on dangerous territory.
“I won’t deny I’m attracted to you, but I won’t act on the attraction. That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, though.”
Friends? Christ, he was grasping at straws here. His dick was so hard it had started to tent in his pants, and Jen’s gaze, of course, immediately dropped to his crotch.
“Friends,” she echoed, her eyes twinkling.
He willed his erection to subside. “Why don’t I show you to your room?” he suggested, desperate for a distraction. “You can unpack, and then maybe
Fuckin’ universe.
Clenching his fists at his sides, Cash cursed under his breath. “I know, okay? This sucks. Three days ago, I wanted nothing more than to tear your clothes off and—well, and you know. But three days ago, you were Jen, the amazing woman I met at the Tavern.”
She huffed out a breath. “I’m still Jen.”
“Yeah—Jen, Carson’s sister,” he said unhappily. “Which means you’re off-limits now.”
She arched one blonde eyebrow. “You’re seriously going to blow me off because you’re scared of my brother?”
“Yes. And I ain’t too manly to admit it—your brother scares the shit outta me.”
“Wow.” She shook her head in amazement. “You’re breaking up with me and we weren’t even dating.”
He narrowed his eyes as a thought occurred to him. “As I recall, you said you don’t date military men.”
“Date them? No. But I’m not averse to sleeping with them.” She smiled faintly. “Come on, cowboy, you know you want to.”
Hell. He was in hell. No, scratch that—he was in the Garden of fucking Eden and Jen was standing before him, dangling the forbidden apple under his nose.
Cash licked his suddenly dry lips. “I can’t. I promised Carson I’d behave. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s ridiculously protective when it comes to you.”
“He’s over protective. And just because he’s my brother doesn’t mean he can dictate who I spend time with.” She went quiet for a beat. “So Carson gets to dictate your life too now?”
“It’s guy code,” he muttered. “You don’t mess around with your friend’s sister, especially when that friend tells you not to. And especially when that friend isn’t just a friend, but also your lieutenant. I made him a promise, Jen.”
“You kind of already broke it. We almost had sex in a coatroom, remember?”
His cock twitched at the memory. He briefly closed his eyes, then opened them to pin her with a firm stare. “I promised Carson to behave,” he repeated. “And I’m a man of my word.”
She smirked. “You really think we can live together and be able to keep our hands off each other?”
No .
He dismissed that deviant burst of cynicism and gathered up some willpower. Jesus. He was a grown man—surely he could respect his friend’s wishes and keep his goddamn pants zipped. Jen might be appealing as hell, but he’d met her only three days ago. His friendship with Carson trumped three measly days.
Steeling himself against her mocking blue eyes, Cash smirked right back at her. “I’ve got great discipline, sweetheart. I think I can keep my hormones under control.”
“Really.” She slanted her head. “What if I told you I like to walk around naked?”
The appealing image caused saliva to fill his mouth. Swallowing, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Then I’d politely ask you to put on some clothes.”
“What if I sleepwalk in the middle of the night—naked—and wind up in your bed?”
“Then I’d carry you to your bed, tuck you in, and go back to my room.”
“What if I want to sit in the living room and watch porn? Naked,” she added.
He shrugged. “I’d read a book in my room until you’re done, then come out and watch football.”
She looked frazzled. “You sound very confident in your ability to resist my charms.”
“Discipline,” he reiterated.
“Is that a challenge?”
Aw, hell. This entire discussion was treading on dangerous territory.
“I won’t deny I’m attracted to you, but I won’t act on the attraction. That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, though.”
Friends? Christ, he was grasping at straws here. His dick was so hard it had started to tent in his pants, and Jen’s gaze, of course, immediately dropped to his crotch.
“Friends,” she echoed, her eyes twinkling.
He willed his erection to subside. “Why don’t I show you to your room?” he suggested, desperate for a distraction. “You can unpack, and then maybe
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