‘Stop, Jayden, please. You’re killing me. I can’t think straight when you’re touching me like that.’
His hand slips out of the lace. He shrugs as my body shrivels in objection.
‘When youcanthink straight, you know where to find me.’ He nods towards his bedroom door, directly across the hall from mine, running his tongue seductively over his fingers before sauntering down the hall.
I might still despise him, after all.
No, what I despise is how much I want him.
And his ability to make me lose all control.
ChapterEight
JAYDEN
The distant wail of the morning call to prayer wakes me after a fitful night’s sleep. I wish someone would say a prayer for me. For the life choices I’m making, for my dick and maybe my right hand, because if I can’t get Chloe into bed with me, neither will be right ever again.
I almost had her. Her body trembled so responsively beneath my fingers. I can only imagine how satisfying that trembling would feel around my cock.
A weaker woman would have crumbled. The fact she didn’t only drives me on in my quest. Chloe Sexton’s just handed me the biggest challenge of my life.
For a million reasons, it’s the one line I shouldn’t cross. Apart from my promise to help Lula, we’re virtually family. Not to mention we’re stuck working together for the duration of this tour. But there’s something about her that creeps beneath my skin, setting my insides on fire. She’s so different from any other woman I’ve dated before.
Sharp.
Smart-mouthed.
Independent.
Sexy as hell and worryingly, she’s everything I never knew I wanted in a woman.
I’m determined to be the man she breaks her rules for.
Slipping out of bed, I grab a pair of black boxers from my open suitcase. It’s too hot to consider putting on a suit until I’ve eaten. Plus, Chloe seemed to like what she glimpsed yesterday. After her abrupt departure last night, I’m determined to remind her of that.
I brush my teeth in the terracotta tiled en-suite and stroll downstairs in search of coffee.
In the kitchen, Chloe stands in front of the machine with her back to me. Her hair’s swept up in that elaborate twist again, exposing a long slender neck that begs to be kissed. A grey suit dress clings indecently to the swell of her hips, showcasing everything but revealing nothing. She oozes the type of class money can’t buy.
‘Morning, Princess.’ I deliberately graze my bare chest against her back as I reach over her head to grab a coffee cup from a glass-fronted cupboard.
She leaps a foot into the air before spinning round with a palm pressed against her naked skin.
‘Holy fuck, Jayden, you scared the shit out of me.’ Her perfectly shaped eyebrows knit together in a frown.
‘Did someone get out of bed on the wrong side this morning?’ My lips smirk upwards in the precise way that seems to antagonise her. ‘Or maybe you just woke up in the wrong bed…’
‘Will you give it a rest? You’re like the boy in the playground who pulls pigtails to express his interest. Last night was a mistake.’ Her mouth says one thing, but amorous eyes blaze over my bare chest. That raspberry-like tongue darts hungrily over her lower lip.
I can’t help myself. In one swift motion, I pin her against the kitchen worktop with my hips. She swallows thickly but doesn’t protest. Her gaze angles upwards. Bright eyes burn with desire.
‘The only mistake you made last night was not letting me make you come.’ I shoot her a salacious wink before turning my attention to the coffee machine. ‘It’s going to be a long day at the office.’ For me, more than her. At least she seems to have some level of self-control.
She scowls at me, red-faced.
‘How do you like it in the morning?’ I continue to poke the angry bear. ‘Your coffee, I mean…’
‘You are so irritating, it’s not even funny.’ She storms towards the kitchen door, pausing long enough to say, ‘and put some fucking clothes on, will you?’
