She wasn’t dressed.Well, not really.
She wore Axel’s flannel shirt.The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, the fabric hung loose over her shoulders and the hem was mid-thigh.He almost let out a low whistle as his gaze trailed the longest, most naked legs he’d ever seen.
She wore Axel’s prison-issue brown socks and an old, tattered pair of work boots.
His gaze swung upward to her dark brown cowboy hat that sat perched prettily on top of her bedroom tangled messed up hair, the red strands catching the light like embers.Her blue eyes were heavy lidded, still soft with sleep.
Her lips were slightly parted, and her cheeks held the faintest flush, like she’d been fucked and not that long ago.
Nick’s breath caught as realization hit him.She’d been masturbating.The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through him.
As she strolled into the room he swore he couldsmellAxel on her.He knew that musky scent.Had lived with it in prison.
The combination of knowing she’d slept with Axel and had masturbated afterwards told him she wanted more.It took every ounce of his self-control not to groan aloud.
“So?May I join you?”she asked again.The words wrapped around him like a challenge, soft, smoky, and impossible to ignore.
This time he dropped the plates onto the table with such a clatter, that Axel laughed from where he’d just seated himself.
“Woah, there my man.What’s got you so clumsy all of a sudden?”
Nick didn’t answer him.His face burned.He felt exposed, like every thought he was trying to hide was written across his skin.
Hell, he could barely walk back to the toaster to retrieve the toast that just popped, his cock was already quite hard.
Hearing her repeat the phrase, her gaze locked onto his with an intensity that made his skin prickle.
He knew.She’d heard.And she was throwing his own words back at him, daring him to react.
Nick’s throat went dry.He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
“Uh.Yeah.Of course you can join us, Jenna.Start in on breakfast and I’ll get you some coffee.”
His voice came out rough, strained, and he cleared his throat, forcing himself to look away from her.From the way the flannel shirt gaped just enough to hint at the curve of her breasts, from the way her nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric.
Oh man.
He heard the softthudsof her boots against the floor as she strolled toward the table.
As she passed him he swore the air was shifting, charged with electricity.He risked a glance over his shoulder, just in time to see an interesting smirk pass between Axel and Jenna.The shared smirk sent a jolt through him.It was teasing, knowing, almost inviting.It made his pulse stumble.
He watched her sit on one of the chairs at the table, facing him.Saw her thighs parting as she settled in.Axel’s shirt rode up, offering him a flash of bare skin, the shadow between her legs.
Oh come on!She wasn’t wearing any underwear.Heat surged through him.It was unwanted, overwhelming and he had to grip the counter to steady himself.
Nick’s cock jerked, pressing even more painfully against his pants.
He bit back a groan, forcing his attention to the coffee machine.
“Smells good,”Jenna complimented.
“Nick’s a damned fine cook, isn’t he?Try some bacon and eggs if your tummy can handle it,” Axel replied.
“I think I will.I think the morning sickness is gone.Replaced by a ravenous hunger.The toast looks good too.You’re a keeper, Nick.Thank you.”
“You’re more than welcome, Jenna,” Nick replied.
Yeah, his voice was way too thick.He cleared his throat and moved to the coffee pot, pouring steaming coffee into three mugs.
