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Suddenly, we become still.
The room spins endlessly to the point of no return. My legs become weak, like pudding, and my heart drums wildly as he stares intently into my eyes.
He brings me closer, tightly holding me against him. Standing on tiptoes, my arms find their way around his neck. Slowly leaning down, his lips are mere inches from mine.
Right there.
So close.
Our eyes lock. He clutches the back of my neck, and moves the other to the small of my back. His fingers are intertwined in my hair, and he uses enough pressure to keep me perfectly still. I’m unable to move without pain shooting through the back of my skull.
My heart is fucking pounding. His beautiful, blue orbs stare dangerously into mine. There’s so much lust, heat. So much intensity.
He leans down further, our lips inches apart.
And he releases me.
Gasping for air, I stumble backward. Shocked. Confused. What the hell was that?
“I—I’m exhausted,” I stammer, breathless. “At least everything went well with your family.”
He watches me closely, and his gaze darkens.
“They were really nice.”
He turns around, facing his back to me. “Goodnight, Ms. Pierce.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Edwards.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Waking up to a dark room, I am restless.
After tossing and turning for the last several hours, I decide to take a shower. The water is steaming as it trickles down my skin, soothing every tense muscle.
The truth is, I just can’t seem to shake away what had happened earlier tonight.
There was a spark between us, undeniable chemistry. Wiping away the mist coating the mirror, I take in the image of me in my black, silk nightgown.
My cheeks are a rosy red from the lingering steam in the room, and my eyes are gleaming with sheer lust. I have an unfulfilled craving, a burning need.
For him. For more.
Descending the spiraling staircase, I don’t have the slightest idea on what I’m doing, or what I’m searching for.
Until I seehim, striding down the dimly lit hallway.
The moment he notices my appearance, he eyes me vigilantly. The shadows enhance every curve and muscle of his chiseled body.
“Sasha,” he softly says. “Do you need something?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Taking in the sight of my revealing nightgown, his eyes narrow. There’s an intense magnetic field between us, drawing me to him. He looks me over, from my breasts, to the curves at my waist, before setting his mouth in a hard line.
“What do you want?” Jaxon questions me, stepping closer, until my back is forced against the wall.
“Nothing,” I whisper.
