Jax had seen me in one of those, I was prepared to be a grown up about the situation.
“What’s up—” The words Jax spoke as he rounded the corner broke off into a strangled sound as he halted abruptly in the middle of the hall, eyes wide.
I felt a flush break out over every bit of skin that was available for him to see. And there was a lot .
“I forgot to get clean clothes from my car.” I kinda wished the floor would swallow me whole. Or else that Jax would keep looking at me the way his was, his eyes dark, forever. “Do you think you can run down and grab me some jeans and a T-shirt? Or lend me something of yours and I’ll go?”
As I spoke I let my stare drop to the floor, and what I saw on the way down had my heart leaping into my throat.
The undeniable evidence of Jax’s interest in what he was looking at was pressing against the front of the jeans he’d changed into sometime during my nap. He looked... big. And aroused.
My mouth was dry as I dragged my stare back up to his face. I knew he was attracted to me. I didn’t know why , since I sure as hell wasn’t his type, but he was. But this... whatever this was between us... I didn’t know how much longer I could ignore it.
Maybe I’d made a mistake by coming here and thereby fanning the flames.
Or maybe that was why I’d come in the first place.
“Jax.” I took a step toward him without meaning to, then stopped.
Maybe it would be better for everyone involved if we figured out just what was between us.
Or maybe that was just an excuse, my brain making excuses so that I could have what I wanted.
But why couldn’t I? Nick and I were not together. Jax and Nick were not friends, though that pained me.
But shouldn’t at least some joy be salvaged out of this whole clusterfuck of a situation?
Taking one more tiny step, then another, I found myself as close as I’d been to Jax earlier, when he’d backed me up against the couch. I could feel the heat emanating off of his skin in waves, the desire as palpable as my own.
He’d kissed me once before, and it had made the earth move.
What would happen if I kissed him ?
Rising up onto my toes, I placed my hand flat on his chest. Beneath my fingers, through the worn cotton, I felt the beat of his heart stutter.
“Where are your keys?” Abruptly, Jax backed away, breaking the spell that was weaving us together. Combing his fingers through his hair, he looked anywhere but at me.
“What?” Fogged with the intensity of what had just almost happened, I blinked and tried to keep up.
“Your keys, Kayla?” Jax took another step back, and what might have been was shattered. Cold little tendrils of rejection snaked their way into my veins.
“It’s unlocked,” I finally managed, and my voice felt like it belonged to someone else. “Thank you.”
Oh, man. Oh, shit. What had I just done?
I stood frozen until he returned, his jaw set. He handed a pair of worn jeans and a faded grey T-shirt to me and, to my mortification, a pair of purple striped cotton panties and a black bra.
For some reason, the fact that he’d remembered to get me underwear reminded me of the fact that, until he’d met me, Jax had been fully, one hundred percent gay. Maybe it was the attention to detail, or maybe the thoughtfulness, or maybe it was just that I figured a straight man would prefer a woman with no panties at all.
Whatever the reason, alarm bells began to shriek in my head, reminding me of the zillion and one reasons that any kind of anything between us was a bad idea.
They sounded in my head while I raked a brush through the dripping snarls of my hair, then slicked it back in a wet ponytail. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I grimaced, wondering what had aroused Jax at all in the first place.
The severe look of my hair pulled back while wet didn’t suit me at all. Without makeup, my skin tone was both pale and overly pink. I had long eyelashes, but they were so pale that without eye makeup they
“What’s up—” The words Jax spoke as he rounded the corner broke off into a strangled sound as he halted abruptly in the middle of the hall, eyes wide.
I felt a flush break out over every bit of skin that was available for him to see. And there was a lot .
“I forgot to get clean clothes from my car.” I kinda wished the floor would swallow me whole. Or else that Jax would keep looking at me the way his was, his eyes dark, forever. “Do you think you can run down and grab me some jeans and a T-shirt? Or lend me something of yours and I’ll go?”
As I spoke I let my stare drop to the floor, and what I saw on the way down had my heart leaping into my throat.
The undeniable evidence of Jax’s interest in what he was looking at was pressing against the front of the jeans he’d changed into sometime during my nap. He looked... big. And aroused.
My mouth was dry as I dragged my stare back up to his face. I knew he was attracted to me. I didn’t know why , since I sure as hell wasn’t his type, but he was. But this... whatever this was between us... I didn’t know how much longer I could ignore it.
Maybe I’d made a mistake by coming here and thereby fanning the flames.
Or maybe that was why I’d come in the first place.
“Jax.” I took a step toward him without meaning to, then stopped.
Maybe it would be better for everyone involved if we figured out just what was between us.
Or maybe that was just an excuse, my brain making excuses so that I could have what I wanted.
But why couldn’t I? Nick and I were not together. Jax and Nick were not friends, though that pained me.
But shouldn’t at least some joy be salvaged out of this whole clusterfuck of a situation?
Taking one more tiny step, then another, I found myself as close as I’d been to Jax earlier, when he’d backed me up against the couch. I could feel the heat emanating off of his skin in waves, the desire as palpable as my own.
He’d kissed me once before, and it had made the earth move.
What would happen if I kissed him ?
Rising up onto my toes, I placed my hand flat on his chest. Beneath my fingers, through the worn cotton, I felt the beat of his heart stutter.
“Where are your keys?” Abruptly, Jax backed away, breaking the spell that was weaving us together. Combing his fingers through his hair, he looked anywhere but at me.
“What?” Fogged with the intensity of what had just almost happened, I blinked and tried to keep up.
“Your keys, Kayla?” Jax took another step back, and what might have been was shattered. Cold little tendrils of rejection snaked their way into my veins.
“It’s unlocked,” I finally managed, and my voice felt like it belonged to someone else. “Thank you.”
Oh, man. Oh, shit. What had I just done?
I stood frozen until he returned, his jaw set. He handed a pair of worn jeans and a faded grey T-shirt to me and, to my mortification, a pair of purple striped cotton panties and a black bra.
For some reason, the fact that he’d remembered to get me underwear reminded me of the fact that, until he’d met me, Jax had been fully, one hundred percent gay. Maybe it was the attention to detail, or maybe the thoughtfulness, or maybe it was just that I figured a straight man would prefer a woman with no panties at all.
Whatever the reason, alarm bells began to shriek in my head, reminding me of the zillion and one reasons that any kind of anything between us was a bad idea.
They sounded in my head while I raked a brush through the dripping snarls of my hair, then slicked it back in a wet ponytail. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I grimaced, wondering what had aroused Jax at all in the first place.
The severe look of my hair pulled back while wet didn’t suit me at all. Without makeup, my skin tone was both pale and overly pink. I had long eyelashes, but they were so pale that without eye makeup they
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