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she focused on the pain and pushed all thoughts of his
underwear, or lack thereof, from her mind.
Julia opted to stay clothed. Nothing else to
change into, she decided sleeping naked wasn’t a smart choice.
They both settled down for the night, neither
of them content. The mattress was thin and sagging and each time
Julia moved, it would squeak and groan. Her discomfort was nothing
compared to the tossing, turning and muttering of curses coming
from Jackson. Burying her face into the pillow, she had a hard time
controlling her laughter. Served him right for arguing with her
even if it was in her best interest. He should’ve realized the
couch was too short for him, but fine enough for her. She fell
asleep amused and in a surprisingly good mood all things
considered.
She forgot to make any plans for escape while
he slept.
JACKSON WOKE UP tired, groggy and so damn
sore. It had been impossible to fall into a deep sleep on the
couch. Either his feet hung over or his head was too high on the
arm. A crick in his neck taunted him. Should’ve taken the blasted
bed. He massaged the aching muscle then cheated as he gathered a
tiny amount of energy. The healing spell warmed his skin, pouring
the soothing balm into him.
Standing up, he stretched, hands clasped
above his head. Each muscle extended, luxuriating in the full body
move. A moan drifted to his ears. He dropped his arms and shrugged,
not realizing he’d made noise. The stretch felt damn good
though.
A quick shake of his limbs and he was ready
to start his early morning workout. He faithfully followed the
routine instilled in him during his Academy days. As both an
Enforcer and a fugitive, complacency would cause him harm.
His loose sweats allowed for free movement
and he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. Normally, he slept naked but
figured Julia wouldn’t appreciate his lack of sleepwear.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Julia
join him and shifted over to give her room. She caught up with him,
her body graceful in motion. The mixture of yoga and tai-chi helped
stretch out the kinks and he nearly groaned in pleasure. No matter
where he was, he made time to enjoy the meditative benefits from
this workout.
He fluidly moved into Warrior One Pose and
almost stumbled. Julia had followed his lead causing her tee-shirt
to ride up as she lifted her arms. The uninterrupted view of her
flat stomach distracted him. Without missing a beat, she flowed
into Warrior Two. Her slightly baggy, low rider jeans hugged her
ass as she completed the lunge.
Concentration shot, only through sheer habit
did he finished the routine. He tried to tell himself it was due to
being celibate for the better part of three years. He wasn’t buying
it. Distraction by a woman just didn't happen to him and not
because of a bit of flesh showing. Hell, it was summer. Women
walked around in a lot less than what Julia was wearing and he
didn’t get hot and bothered looking at them.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to
center himself. This odd burst of desire racing through his veins
was an unneeded complication. When he opened them, any scrap of
tranquility he’d managed deserted him again.
Thoroughly distracted, he hadn’t heard Julia
move. Now sitting on the bed, her injured leg stretched out and her
jeans pulled up, showing off her shapely calf. She probed her
ankle, testing for tenderness. He clenched his hand as he
remembered how smooth her skin felt under his fingers, how tempted
he’d been to stroke her leg.
Briskly, he turned his back on her, wondering
how in the nine hells he was going to spend time alone with her
without going stir crazy. It’s been less than 24 hours and he’d
already had more than a few dirty thoughts regarding her. He needed
to bury himself in paperwork. That should help suppress his
attraction to her. If he was lucky, she had some annoying habits,
like talking constantly about nail polish or chewing her hair.
Rummaging through the duffel bag, he
underwear, or lack thereof, from her mind.
Julia opted to stay clothed. Nothing else to
change into, she decided sleeping naked wasn’t a smart choice.
They both settled down for the night, neither
of them content. The mattress was thin and sagging and each time
Julia moved, it would squeak and groan. Her discomfort was nothing
compared to the tossing, turning and muttering of curses coming
from Jackson. Burying her face into the pillow, she had a hard time
controlling her laughter. Served him right for arguing with her
even if it was in her best interest. He should’ve realized the
couch was too short for him, but fine enough for her. She fell
asleep amused and in a surprisingly good mood all things
considered.
She forgot to make any plans for escape while
he slept.
JACKSON WOKE UP tired, groggy and so damn
sore. It had been impossible to fall into a deep sleep on the
couch. Either his feet hung over or his head was too high on the
arm. A crick in his neck taunted him. Should’ve taken the blasted
bed. He massaged the aching muscle then cheated as he gathered a
tiny amount of energy. The healing spell warmed his skin, pouring
the soothing balm into him.
Standing up, he stretched, hands clasped
above his head. Each muscle extended, luxuriating in the full body
move. A moan drifted to his ears. He dropped his arms and shrugged,
not realizing he’d made noise. The stretch felt damn good
though.
A quick shake of his limbs and he was ready
to start his early morning workout. He faithfully followed the
routine instilled in him during his Academy days. As both an
Enforcer and a fugitive, complacency would cause him harm.
His loose sweats allowed for free movement
and he hadn’t bothered with a shirt. Normally, he slept naked but
figured Julia wouldn’t appreciate his lack of sleepwear.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Julia
join him and shifted over to give her room. She caught up with him,
her body graceful in motion. The mixture of yoga and tai-chi helped
stretch out the kinks and he nearly groaned in pleasure. No matter
where he was, he made time to enjoy the meditative benefits from
this workout.
He fluidly moved into Warrior One Pose and
almost stumbled. Julia had followed his lead causing her tee-shirt
to ride up as she lifted her arms. The uninterrupted view of her
flat stomach distracted him. Without missing a beat, she flowed
into Warrior Two. Her slightly baggy, low rider jeans hugged her
ass as she completed the lunge.
Concentration shot, only through sheer habit
did he finished the routine. He tried to tell himself it was due to
being celibate for the better part of three years. He wasn’t buying
it. Distraction by a woman just didn't happen to him and not
because of a bit of flesh showing. Hell, it was summer. Women
walked around in a lot less than what Julia was wearing and he
didn’t get hot and bothered looking at them.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to
center himself. This odd burst of desire racing through his veins
was an unneeded complication. When he opened them, any scrap of
tranquility he’d managed deserted him again.
Thoroughly distracted, he hadn’t heard Julia
move. Now sitting on the bed, her injured leg stretched out and her
jeans pulled up, showing off her shapely calf. She probed her
ankle, testing for tenderness. He clenched his hand as he
remembered how smooth her skin felt under his fingers, how tempted
he’d been to stroke her leg.
Briskly, he turned his back on her, wondering
how in the nine hells he was going to spend time alone with her
without going stir crazy. It’s been less than 24 hours and he’d
already had more than a few dirty thoughts regarding her. He needed
to bury himself in paperwork. That should help suppress his
attraction to her. If he was lucky, she had some annoying habits,
like talking constantly about nail polish or chewing her hair.
Rummaging through the duffel bag, he
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