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He kissed up her jaw until he found her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth, he let his teeth graze her flesh and she yanked his hair, rubbing herself against him, a whispered ‘fuck’ puncturing the air.
It was that moment that her head hit the wall behind them, and he was surprised to see how far they’d actually moved across the floor.
But he didn’t have long to think about that, because the banister fell back onto the stairs with a loud thump that made her yelp and yank his hair again. Painfully, this time.
“Ow,” he mumbled, pushing up to look at what fell.
Apparently, when he’d bumped her head against the wall, it had shaken the banister enough to fall.
Such perfect timing, fuck.
“Oh shit, the screws,” he blurted. He’d forgotten to check his truck. Gotten caught up in Eric and then…
He searched her eyes, finding them dark and focused only on him.
“That thing’s just sitting there?” she asked, her voice low and throaty.
“I mean, not anymore.”
Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, and her lips were red and flushed from all his kissing, but he felt her start to shake with laughter all the same.
“So I suppose you’ll want help fixing that?”
She tilted her head in the direction of the stairs and he chuckled, sitting back. The mood was effectively ruined for now.
“No, I think you’ve done enough, love. You’re as bad as Brad.”
She laughed out loud at that. “So, you’re telling me you make out with Brad on the floor as well? I’m telling Brittany.”
He sat back on his heels and laughed, holding out his hand to help her up. When she sat up, her hair was mussed, and she was sitting with her legs far apart, one on either side of him, knees bent so she could rest her arms on them. “Besides,” she continued, “That was totally your fault. Leaving that freestanding like it was.”
“I was going out to get more screws,” he replied. “But then you got here with your long legs and Chinese food to distract me and I forgot.”
Her cheeks flushed a little at that, and he automatically wished he hadn’t said anything.
“Pardon me, but my sackcloth was at the cleaner’s.”
Jaxon shook his head. “You know you’d look amazing in burlap, Teagan Madden.”
“Oh, I know I would.”
Jaxon pushed to his feet and offered his hand again to help her up. She pulled herself up and close to him in the process. He met her gaze and almost kissed her again, but instead, he stepped back to survey the damage, trying to ignore the raging erection that she had class enough not to talk about.
“There’s that Madden modesty.”
“You know it. Now are you fixing this tonight?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I’ll do it tomorrow, let’s go back to yours, Teagan.”
She looked at him for a long moment, as if waiting for him to say something else, but he just kept looking at the banister, so she finally spoke. “You want to come back to mine?”
“Am I still welcome?” he asked.
“Of course you are, why wouldn’t you be?” she asked. “I thought you’d want to fix that immediately is all.”
He shook his head. “It’ll still be laying there tomorrow.”
“I suppose it will,” she laughed and wrapped both her arms around her waist. “I’ll just head out now? I think I need a shower.”
