God, he’d worked her into such a ball of nerves.It was just after noon and she was acting as if they needed light sources, for god’s sake.The blizzard outside did block a lot of natural light, though, so it would get darker earlier.
Jaxon smiled, and the cleft in his chin flashed.
Her stomach muscles loosened.Why did he have to be so sexy?Why couldn’t she have been forced to shack up with one of the many old folks in town?Like Dr.Lots, her neighbor.Although he’d probably crack jokes about how she fixed his clients better than the medications he prescribed did.
Being stuck with the hottest guy in Whistlemore was nothing short of a cruel twist of fate.
The important thing was that she didn’t act on any impulses.She couldn’t afford to be the subject of any more gossip.Being known as the town witch was bad enough, and the rumors Trevor had started didn’t help.
“Mind if I use your shower?I feel pretty gross after last night.”
She jerked her head up and her cheeks heated.“Uh, yeah.”The image of him in her shower, using her towels, touching her things,naked, burned a path of fire to her loins.“Might as well use the hot water that’s in the tank.It’ll be cold in about eight hours.”
He stood and sidled around the table, bringing his body inches from hers.“Care to join me?”
Her stomach dropped.Heat scorched her ears.Her face ached to give him a sardonic smirk, but the muscles around her mouth refused to cooperate.
It took every ounce of her willpower not to accept.
She bent, snagged the flashlight from the box, and slapped it to his chest.“Don’t use all the hot water,” she managed to say, before turning around and fleeing to the kitchen.
The soft click of the bathroom door reached her ears.She dropped into a kitchen chair and pressed her palm to her chest to still her racing heart.
It didn’t slow.
CHAPTER 6
Jaxon grabbed thepink bar of soap from the shower caddy.The scent of roses and something else uber feminine struck him.Great.Now he’d smell like her too.As if breathing the aroma of her hair and skin in the confined cabin wasn’t enough.The worst part was that he couldn’t even venture outside for fresh air to clear his senses.He turned his face into the warm spray, angling his head so the pounding water missed his bandage, and scrubbed the bar over his skin.His dick throbbed, but stroking it in McKenna’s shower seemed like a violation—even if it’d take him only seconds to cum.
He grabbed her shampoo and groaned as his strands absorbed that scent too.He needed out of this cabin.Out of her house.Far away, if he didn’t want to act.
But he did want to act.Holding back from making a move on a woman was as foreign to him as being snowed in.Okay, so he’d moved here for a simpler life, which included not starting up any relationships.To get away from his drug-slinging brother’s constant requests for bailouts.Moving away from Boston had been like severing a limb—a rotting one.The infection would have spread to the rest of his body if he hadn’t escaped.His current job as a carpenter was a far cry from the financial world he’d left.
After McKenna’s telling of what Trevor did, he couldn’t exactly come on to her.Not without feeling like a complete stinking pile of shit.Maybe if they weren’t forced under one roof, he could respectfully ask her out.Until then, he had to keep his dick in his pants.
He finished washing and turned off the water.He couldn’t think about the past.Doing so was as bad as reliving it.All he could do was pray that Raf had promised to get out of that lifestyle.Time would tell.
Jaxon stepped on the gray bathmat and toweled himself off before putting on the clothes he’d shed five minutes ago.He opened the bathroom door just as McKenna stepped out of her bedroom, towel in hand.She jumped an inch and then her shoulders sagged.
“Sorry,” he said.“Bathroom is all yours if you want it.”
She nodded.The bun on top of her head bobbed.With her face free of the strands that usually framed her cheeks, every inch of her expression was visible.Her cheekbones tapered sharply toward her temples, her thin nose was slightly turned up, and her eyebrows were a soft, smoky brown above watchful and cautious eyes.
He stopped his roaming gaze at her lips, even though it killed him not to go further.Once again, he was struck with the realization that maybe he should be running toward and not away from her—how bad could a fling get?She was attracted to him.The way her gaze jerked over his chest was clear evidence.Hell, she could barely even hide it, so maybe she wasn’t trying to.Worst-case scenario, things would go nowhere past the sheets.
“I’m going to hop in the shower as well.Hopefully the snow will stop and we’ll have power back soon.”She shrugged, and the neckline of her sweater dropped to expose her shoulder.
“’Course.”He moved out of the way and into the living room before he did something stupid like rip off the blasted shirt that taunted more than it covered.He needed to get his head straight.He heard the bathroom door click shut, followed by the spray of water.
And now she’s naked.
“Fuck, you’ve got issues,” he mumbled to himself.He strode to the back door and stared at the ferocious weather outside the glass.Snow had piled on the porch’s wooden railing.His and McKenna’s footsteps were already filled in, either from fresh snow or the shit blowing across the property.The firing of snowflakes made his eyes ache.Turning away from the window, he moved to the remedies she’d left out in the kitchen and took another dose of each.Then he dragged his attention to the new setup in the living room.
A massage table took up the center of the room and the coffee table had been pushed against the sofa.A cart sat next to the massage table.On top were weirdly shaped glass jars, bottoms up.
Huh.What’s she plan to do with those?
A steel bowl, several slim plastic packages, tongs, cotton pads, and a squirt bottle filled with a clear liquid had been placed neatly around the jars.
