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“I think about you too,” I gasp, breathless with anticipation. Watching him watching me is a new kind of turn-on. I’ve seen his sharp focus on problem solving at work and the way he looks at Fiona with adulation and wonder, but the way he’s looking at me right now trumps everything.
Eyes consuming me with intensity and focus. Sharp jaw soft as his Adam’s apple works to swallow. I see reverence. And desire. And a kind of desperation I’ve never witnessed in a man before. It’s almost overwhelming.
Reaching for his shirt, I undo one button at a time. He loosens his tie and pulls it over his head. When I reach the bottom button, I yank the shirt from his pants, and he shrugs it off his shoulders.
I shouldn’t be so overwhelmed at the sight of him. I’ve seen him shirtless before in the pool with Fiona, and granted, I had to keep myself from drooling then. Seeing him now has me panting like I’ve lived a year in a desert.
A smirk settles on his face as I drink him in. He knows what he does to me, and I don’t even care that I’ve just shown my hand. Running one palm from his belt buckle up the ripples of his abs, I swallow hard. One hand isn’t enough, so I let my other one roam his abs and chest while he leans forward and meets my lips.
Our kisses aren’t hasty or frantic, maybe because neither one of us is trying to convince the other of anything. I still could lose my job, and I’m just as aware of that fact as I was earlier, but I feel like I can trust Jackson. I may live to regret it, but right now, the gamble feels worth it.
Jackson works my shirt up over my head until I’m free of the annoying fabric, and he tosses it on the floor where I not so delicately threw his shirt a few minutes earlier. His mouth goes to my breast, licking and sucking through the thin silk and making me arch my back to get closer to his hot mouth.
He pushes the fabric aside and nips at my skin, which is riddled with goosebumps. He’s setting me on fire with each lap of his tongue and each sharp bite, which he soothes right afterward with his mouth.
I moan as his tongue circles the taut peak, and he undoes my bra clasp so he can give my other breast equal attention.
My hands are at the waist of his pants, moving us right along to where my mind has been since he took my hand in Fiona’s room. No. It’s been there since he came sauntering out of the farmhouse that first day when I showed up for an interview twelve hours too soon.
I’ve wanted him since then, even as I told myself we were impossible. Maybe we are, but I’m not backing out now.
Jackson works his way down my body, covering me with tiny kisses and licking my skin like it’s a cool dessert in an inferno. And I’m letting myself have this moment. I’m allowing myself this one indulgence in the weeks and months of working multiple jobs, keeping my focus on my career goals, taking care of my family, and never letting my foot off the gas pedal.
I’m not going to regret a single moment with hot-as-sin Jackson Corbett because I need this.
And I want him.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Jax
Maybe I should stop and have a nice long conversation with myself about jeopardizing every part of my life, but I have no fucking interest in doing that. Every day, I do what I’m supposed to do in the name of the family business.
Right now, in this moment, I’m doing what I want.
I have a woman on my bed who I find so goddamn attractive that I can’t see straight, and that’s where the conversation with myself ends.
Pulling her shorts down an inch at a time reveals the legs I’ve obsessed over since she showed up at my front door, all sass and fiery copper hair, asking me if I was nuts.
The answer to that question is easy now.
Yes, I am. One hundred percent nuts for her.
“Damn, Ruby,” I groan as she kicks off the shorts. I crouch near her feet and get a good look at her tanned yoga legs leading up to a tiny triangle of fabric I’m desperate to remove. But first, I want to taste her skin, starting at the sexy curve where her heel meets her calf.
Her head falls back on my pillow, and I’ve never appreciated my midnight blue sheets as much as right now because they light up her copper hair in new, stunning ways. And I’m dying to pull down those panties to see if there’s more gorgeous copper for me underneath.
“Jax, you’re wearing too much clothing.” She points a finger at me as her eyes travel over my chest and down my abs, resting on my belt buckle. “Feels unfair.”
Before I can decide if it feels unfair to me, she sits up and unbuckles my belt. Pulling it through the loops with a quick tug, she rolls it into a coil before tossing it into the growing clothing pile. Then she gets to work on my pants, popping the button and unzipping them with nimble fingers.
I slide them down my legs, and they go on the floor as well. “Am I ruining your nice suit? Do you need to fold it?” she asks with a teasing smile.
“First of all, I’ve got a closet full of useless suits. And second, I don’t give a shit what you’re ruining. I’m not letting you off this bed.”
The ring of her laughter is a balm that soothes my soul. I’d do just about anything to hear it forever, and the realization hits me like a wrecking ball. I’m at risk of falling so far, so fast for this woman, and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I’ll enjoy the entire way down, even if I land on my face.
With my hand against her chest, I push her back onto the bed and settle again between her legs.
