I groaned, and he chuckled.
“So…” He stepped closer, one hand on his towel. “You want me to drop this?”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
Quick as a whip, he ripped off the towel and stalked toward me with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Backing up with each move he made to reach me, I soon found my back against the wall. His toned arms moved to cage me in, both hands resting beside my head.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
His deep, gravelly voice shot straight to my core.
“I don’t want you to,” I whispered.
His mouth crashed down over mine as his hips surged forward, his erection pressing into my belly. My body caught fire, and I moaned into his mouth.
How was it possible to want someone so much?
Or to love a man beyond reason?
When I’d first met Jett, I’d thought, why couldn’t I have found him before I got mixed up with Chaz? But the answer was always simple, really. Because I was meant to have Griffin.
Jett’s mouth moved to the side of my neck. “I’m not doing my job if you’re thinking this much,” he said.
He didn’t wait for me to say anything. Jett ripped the T-shirt of his that I was wearing over my head before he began trailing kisses down my body, making his way between my breasts and moving to my stomach.
My belly fluttered at the thought of what was likely growing inside me and the fact that Jett didn’t know. At that moment, I struggled not to tell him, but I just couldn’t.
Jett fell to his knees, unaware of the turmoil rolling through me. My mind was full of worry, but my body was burning with desire. He hitched one of my trembling legs over his shoulder.
“Mine,” he growled.
Then he pressed a kiss to my silk-covered mound.
And suddenly, I wasn’t thinking at all.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
JETT
Reaching for my wife, I came up empty.
Something had pulled me out of the nightmare that had just begun. I wasn’t sure what time it was or what had woken me, but I immediately sought out Patience for comfort.
Only she wasn’t there.
My body jerked as the most god-awful sound hit my ears. I now realized what had roused me from my sleep. Jumping out of bed, I followed the sliver of light peeking out from under the closed door, allowing it to lead the way in the dark room.
The sight that greeted me when I burst into the bathroom snapped my heart in two. My wife was on her knees, head hung over the toilet, retching so hard it looked like she was convulsing with each attempt to rid her body of whatever was making her sick.
I rushed to her side and dropped to my knees, placing my hand on her back. “Sweetheart, what can I do?”
She lifted her head, and my heart took another direct hit—shattering it into a million pieces. Tears rolled down herghostly-white face as she looked at me with bloodshot eyes filled with agony.
“Go. I d-don’t want y-you to see me?—”
Her head whipped away from me as she retched again. I knew what she was going to say without her finishing, but there was no way I was leaving her alone. Getting to my feet, I gently pulled her vomit-coated hair back from her face.
