Eli would kill me if he saw us.
“I don’t care what my brother thinks. I’m a grown woman with her own mind.”
My hands move to her hips, holding her still. If she moves, I’m going to blow my load. Fuck, I’ve never been as turned on by anyone as I am by Kathryn Frazer.
Kat lowers her face towards mine.
“I want to kiss you again, Jaxson Lockwood.”
I moan as she leans forward and nips at my bottom lip. Sucking it into her mouth. My hips buck, and she presses down against me.
“Fuck Kat,” I say, closing my eyes and counting to ten.
“You see me, Jax. You always have. Being around you makes me feel alive. I want to feel alive.”
I moan again, but this time I roll us, so I’m on top.
I drop my forehead to hers.
“You’ve had a shock tonight. I’m not going to take advantage of you.”
Kat’s fingers find the short hair at the nape of my neck, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.
I drop a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“Kiss me,” she says, her tone almost pleading.
Eli really is going to kill me, but the look in Kat’s eyes makes something in my chest lock.
I place my mouth over hers. Kat’s legs wrap around my hips, her fingers gripping my shoulder and head, holding me in place. Our tongues duel, a throbbing, tingling warmth spreads out through my body, until I’m overcome with a sense of completeness, and I forget this is my best friend’s sister and let myself go.
CHAPTER 23
KAT
Iswipe angrily at my damp cheeks before rubbing the back of my hand over my eyes.
Looking down, I see mascara smeared across my skin.
I draw in a shuddering breath and stand up. I don’t want anyone to see me like this… broken, damaged.
You don’t want Jax to see you like this. Be honest.
I glance down at the soaking wet pile of clothes Jax left behind, memories of his naked arse as he walked into the villa, then again as he stood in the shower. I close my eyes at the fluttering sensation low in my stomach. The man’s body is a work of art, it always was.
I bend down and scoop them up. As I pass, I drop them on the floor of the outside shower. I turn it on, rinsing the saltwater from the pool.
He got into the water in his clothes.
He did that for you… was worried about you.
I drop my head against the wall and sigh.
Just wait until he reads the letter.
What will he think then? What the hell do I say to him?
I switch off the water and pick up each item, squeezing out the excess water, before shaking them vigorously, as Betsy, our cook/housekeeper, showed me. I hang them over the railing to dry.
