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“It’s more that she’s going to college and moving into the dorms.”
“You are one lucky SOB.” Dean chuckles. “So about this promotion…”
By the time I’m able to leave the last job site after making sure everything is up to code, it’s almost seven. I text Arya and let her know I’m on my way. We need to have a little talk.
ChapterSix
Arya
I’m curled up on the sofa, reading, when my phone buzzes. As soon as I see Jax’s name pop up and his short message,I’m on my way home, I panic.
What should I do? Should I try to look sexy? Should I just sit here and wait? I remember him saying he was going to bring food home, so I call him.
“Is everything okay?” He asks as soon as he picks up.
“Yes. Hannah’s sleeping. You said you were stopping for food, so I… I wondered if I should set the table.”
“Arya.”
There’s both patience and reprimand in his tone.
“Tell me,” Jax says.
“I’m not sure what you want me to do. I’m being silly.”
“You need direction,” he says. “And I want to give it to you.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I want you to take a shower. Then I want you to pull on one of my shirts and nothing else. And I want you to curl up in my bed and wait for me there.”
“Is that where we’re going to talk?”
His warm laughter floats from the speaker of my phone. “Oh, we’ll talk. But first, I think we both need another orgasm. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ll be home in twenty minutes.”
When he hangs up, I’m smiling. He’s been thinking about me all day. I take the baby monitor into Jax’s master bathroom. He upgraded his house before he moved in and the master bathroom is a thing of beauty.
This is the first time he’s given me permission to use it. I give his huge bathtub a longing look, but I don’t have time for a bath, so I turn on the shower. That’s what he told me to do.
I leave my clothes folded on the vanity as I step into the shower. There are multiple shower heads and I never realized how amazing it would feel to have warmth coming at you from all directions. I sigh as I step in.
Warmth everywhere, no need to turn this way and that to get water on your back. And no part of my body is left out in the cold.
I luxuriate for a few minutes until the rest of Jax’s instructions hit me. He wants me to put on one of his shirts… and nothing else. I swallow. Even though this is what I’ve been fantasizing about all summer, I’m beyond nervous.
After a few fortifying breaths, I turn off the shower and use one of his fluffy blue towels to dry myself off. Then I step into Jax’s walk-in closet. He has a few suits in the back, but the majority of the space is filled with jeans and T-shirts.
I most often see him in polo shirts with the name of his construction company emblazoned over his heart. That’s not what I want to wear, though. I want something soft, something he’s worn a million times.
I start at the beginning of his T-shirts and move each one, testing out the feel under my fingers. I push each hanger aside. Just as I find the shirt I want, an old high school football shirt, I hear Jax’s voice.
“This is even better than you snuggled in my bed.”
My face lights on fire as I lift the T-shirt I just pulled off the hanger. With a slow smile, Jax moves closer. When he takes the shirt from my hands, I’m not sure what to do with them.
“Spread them out,” Jax says, as if reading my mind. “I want to see you. All of you.”
I take a breath, then spread my arms out just a little.
