“I need to check angles,” Jacob says, completely ignorant to the electric discomfort sparking between us. “I think it’ll work best if you’re facing each other. Lexi, wrap your arms around his neck.”
I go rigid. “Can’t we just—wait for Willow?”
“No time!” Jacob shrieks.
Connor’s eyes blaze with irritation. “Just do it. Let’s get this over with.”
Dammit, this is so not in my job description. I turn to see what the hell Willow thinks of this, but she’s still in the midst of post-sneeze beauty triage.
Heart pounding, I wrap my arms around Connor’s thick neck.
Our eyes lock, and suddenly it’s like someone’s flipped a switch, cranking up the voltage in the air. His stern expression doesn’t soften, though the muscles of his neck flex and tense under my tentative fingertips. Tension radiates off him in savage waves.
Then, with torturous slowness, Connor’s hands find my waist. His grip tightens, pulling me in close until there’s no space left between us and I’m right up against him.
My stomach flips madly as the space between us heats to scorching, charged enough to power Manhattan. Zero to nuclear intensity in a heartbeat.
“Chin up,” Jacob commands.
I do as I’m told, lifting my chin and locking eyes with Connor again.
Oh god. This is dangerous territory. Chest to chest, thigh to thigh.
His heated exhalation makes my chest move along with his and my nipples respond. My heart thumps so wildly I’m afraid they can hear it all the way in New Jersey.
Fucking hell. Who knew angry, powerful men were my weakness. Especially tall, broad-shouldered, muscly ones with hard bodies pressed against mine.
“Here we are again,” Connor murmurs, granite expression giving nothing away about how this close contact is affecting him.
His grip on my waist tightens, his fingers brushing against the bare skin where my top has crept up. “Brings back memories. I better keep an eye on my belongings this time.”
“Hilarious,” I manage tightly.
“No witty comeback, Lexi?” he breathes out. “You disappoint me.”
Tell me about it. I can’t use my tongue.
I have to look away as heat scorches my cheeks. I’m hyperaware of every inch of hard muscle against me through that shirt. I try to focus on something,anythingelse—like how Connor’s throat moves when he swallows. It’s a safer choice than meeting those stormy eyes.
Jacob buzzes around, oblivious to what’s brewing between Connor and me. “That’s perfect, hold it right there.”
I awkwardly shift my leg, needing some space before I spontaneously combust.
Connor’s eyes flash dangerously. “Don’t,” he says, his voice coming out all gravelly.
“Don’t what?” I breathe.
“Don’t move like that.”
And then I feel it—his hard cock pressing against me. Oh holy hell.
His jaw clenches as he meets my gaze.
“You’re hard!” I shriek-whisper.
“You’re pressed against me,” he grits out. “And as much as you irritate the hell out of me, you’re not exactly hideous.”
“Now who’s the one giving backhanded compliments.”
