He follows me to the door, and I’m suddenly more than aware of how little I’m wearing. His eyes seem to be making the same realization as they drift over me.
“You sure you don’t need me to stay?”
A shiver runs through me as I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Lock up behind me.” His voice is close to a growl, and it makes my belly clench. “And if you need anything—” He jerks his thumb in the direction of his house. “—you know where to find me.”
“Good night, Jax.” I open the door.
Down to a light drizzle now, the rain has almost stopped.
He steps out onto the porch, then turns to look at me over his shoulder. “Night, Sasha.” His eyes linger on mine for a moment longer before he jogs across the yard toward his house.
I watch until he disappears inside. After locking my door, I lean against it with a sigh. My heart is still racing, and it has nothing to do with the passing storm.
This is bad. So very bad. Because despite all my protests and better judgment, I want him. And judging by the way he looked at me tonight, not only does he know it, he wants me too.
I blow out the candles and make my way back upstairs to bed, knowing sleep will be elusive. Between the fading stormand thoughts of Jax’s warm skin beneath my fingers, I’ll be lucky if I get any rest at all.
As I climb under the covers, I notice I forgot to close my curtains. Across the way, I can see Jax, looking at me through his bedroom window. For a brief moment, our eyes meet through the glass, and my breath catches.
Raising his hand in a small wave, he gives me a slow smirk, then gently draws his curtains closed.
Heart pounding in my chest, I do the same.
ten
My body jerksme out of a dream. A dream where Jax and I were... well, let’s just say we weren’t talking, that’s for sure.
Body tingling, I groan and press my face into the pillow. It had felt so real.
His hands sliding up my thighs, mouth hot against my neck, whispering naughty words in my ear, making me shiver. I can still feel his phantom weight pressing me into the mattress. And the gentle scrape of his stubble against the bare skin between my thighs? Delicious.
We were in my bedroom, rain thrumming against the windows. But instead of leaving, he stayed, crawling over me like a predator, eyes dark with hunger as he pinned my wrists above my head.
“I’ve been thinking about this for months,” dream-Jax growled against my throat as he slid his hand under my shirt. His calloused palm roughly squeezed my breast as his thumb grazed my sensitive nipple.
I bite my lip, remembering how real it felt—his weight on me, hands exploring every inch of my body. And the way he’dmoaned my name? God, I haven’t had a sex dream that intense in... well, ever.
Heat tingles between my thighs as images of tattooed arms caging me in play like a movie behind my eyelids. My body seems to think it was the real deal; that’s how vivid the dream was.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the pulsing in my core, and groan. “Ugh. Not today, Satan.”
Sunlight paints pinpricks of light through the curtains and onto the floor.
Throwing off the covers, I sit up and rub my eyes. The power must have come back on sometime during the night because my bedside lamp is glowing softly.
Pushing my tangled hair away from my face with a huff, I grab my phone from the nightstand. Just after seven-thirty. Guess I’m getting an early start to my day.
After a quick shower, I dry my hair, put it in a high ponytail and head downstairs.
The storm has left everything outside looking fresh and clean, with sunlight glinting off the shrinking puddles scattered across the yard and in the street.
Putting the kettle on for some green tea, I pop a bagel in the toaster and take a seat at the island.
While I wait, my mind drifts back to the night before: Jax standing on my front porch, water sliding down his tattooed chest. How his eyes went dark when they met mine, looking up at him as I knelt on the floor between his legs.
The kettle whistles, startling me from my thoughts. I pour the hot water over my tea bag, grab my bagel, slather it with peanut butter and head upstairs to get dressed.
