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Every dirty detail.
It made sense why she didn’t over drink herself into oblivion all the time—or even sometimes. Because her dad had been a drunken asshole on more than one occasion. Although, the way Jaxson understood it, her dad didn’t need alcohol to be the asshole he had been. He had been a cruel man even sober.
So why tonight?
Why did she drink to the point where she couldn’t even get her bra off?
And there was no way in hell he was about to let her cook anything. The last thing he needed was for her to burn down the building. Hello? She couldn’t even get a bra off. There was no way he’d trust her with a burner.
The hanky-panky bit? Yeah, he already knew that. He knew she was teetering on the edge of calling things off. He could tell. He could feel the anxious energy burning below her skin. He wasn’t about to take advantage of her while she struggled to get something as simple as her bra off.
He held up his hands with an innocent expression. No wicked smile hiding beneath the surface. No burning desire flaming in his eyes. Only the most innocent look he had ever pulled out.
“I swear, these hands will touch only the clasp and nothing but the clasp, so help me God.”
She paused, lowering her arms, almost falling flat on her ass, if not for the bed stopping her fall.
“Did you just courtroom talk to me?” she asked with a bit of a slur. Then she giggled, clapping her hands. “Because it’s super sexy.” Her giggling stopped as she waggled a finger in his direction. “No touchy, touchy. Clasp only, mister.”
“Cross my heart,” he said, making the sign across his chest. He chose to leave the rest of that saying out because the last thing she needed to think about was him dying in any sense. She already worried about enough; no need to send that useless worrying into her mind.
She nodded, then turned around, giving him the lovely view of her backside. Soft, creamy skin. Luscious ass in white lacy panties—because oh, he already got the beautiful show of her getting her pants off. It had consisted of a lot of kicking her feet in the air as she lay on her back, like a poor beetle stuck on its back, begging for help. Smooth, long legs that begged for his hands to caress.
She was a damn temptation standing right before him. But a promise was a promise. He wouldn’t touch anything but the clasp. Not even a graze of his finger would touch her. Hopefully. He’d never actually had to worry about removing a bra and not touching a woman’s skin. It couldn’t be that hard.
Stepping closer but not too close to help resist the impulse, he reached out and almost made contact when she tilted sideways a bit.
A giggle echoed, sounding sweet and a little too enticing. He wanted to pull her close and kiss her senseless. She righted herself, then nodded. Almost conveying that if she spoke, he’d lose his mind and do what they both wanted right now—him to touch her and show her how wickedly he could take this bra off.
Get it over with.
He reached forward, pulling both sides together, unhooking the eye hooks with ease. Before he lost control of his strength, he backed up. Although, his hands wanted to help with the straps by gliding them down her shoulders and her arms until she was completely naked.
Without warning—because damn it, she was half-naked; a man needed some warning—she turned around and smiled. A beautiful angelic smile, as if she didn’t realize the devilish lure swirling in his veins to step forward and clamp his lips to her succulent nipples waiting for his attention.
“You’re the best, Jax. What would I do without you?”
Then she plopped down on the bed with as much grace as a dog excited to see its owner after a long day of being all alone, and promptly fell asleep. He could tell because a light snore filtered into the room.
So much for a long serious talk tonight. Or even a nice meal with pleasant conversation.
And she was half-naked. No shirt. Just panties. The super sexy kind. Without even the covers on.
The temptation was almost unbearable.
Thinking about his uncle Gilbert who farted way too much after every Thanksgiving meal—without fail—he helped Mia get under the covers and snuggled on her side of the bed.
Yeah, she was drunk and would regret and feel completely embarrassed by her actions when she woke up. But there was no way in hell he was leaving. His ass—after a quick look into her cupboards because he was hungry—was climbing right beside her in this bed and going to sleep himself.
They were getting married. She’d already said yes.
And he’d do everything in his power to keep it that way.
* * *
Oh,no. Nope. She didn’t do it.
She did not get so drunk last night she couldn’t even remember leaving the bar.
