Shit, what if Ethan was in the area because of the power outage Jamie had caused? Ethan could be hunting Jamie and not even be aware of it.
Adrenaline surged through Jamie's blood, and his whole body visibly trembled with the struggle to hold everything back. He crossed his arms, damn near sticking his hands under his armpits just to hide the little bolts of blue electricity. He needed to make an excuse and get the hell out of here, right now.
It was too late. Ethan's eyes were locked on. He knew he was here for Jamie, and he was getting ready to spring.
Jamie's heart ached. He bit his lips as he stared at the man in front of him. "Why did you have to be a hunter?"
He didn't give Ethan the chance to respond. Jamie launched a blue rocket of electricity and didn't wait to see if he hit his target or not. He didn't want to see that. All he heard was Ethan's pained, and very angry, shout.
"I'm sorry!" Jamie yelled behind him, and he ran for his damned life.
Jack's leg was twitching with antsy energy as he waited for Cindy to finish. He'd been suspicious when the ten minute mark passed, but he didn't just want to barge in on a woman in the bathroom.
Even when they were dating, they hadn't done the married couple thing where he would be on the toilet while she was in the shower.
For that reason, he had no idea why he was so shocked when she finally came out of the bathroom. The little dress she was still wearing from the night before was hiked up higher on her amazing thighs, her hair just a little neater, and perfect heart shaped lips almost looked puckered. Her eyes were half-lidded, and was he wrong, or did that have that "come and get it" sort of look he'd seen on her before … back when they were together and she wanted to be playful.
"What are you-"
"I'm still starving. Do you have anything to eat up here?" Cindy asked. She stretched her body just enough to make her breasts stick out, and her stomach appear firmer and slimmer. Not that she needed any help with that
She rubbed her hands up and down her hips and sides, then scratched her nails through her hair, which made her look like she'd just finished rolling around in bed.
The I just had sex and enjoyed it look was so fucking sexy on a woman. The fact that Cindy was wearing last night's dress helped her to pull it off even more, but he knew she hadn't had sex last night because he certainly hadn't touched her.
Her thighs were so incredibly creamy. They appeared smooth to the touch, and his fingers itched to move forward and feel for himself. Cindy cocked her hip as he put most of her weight on one leg.
"Jack?"
"I...what?" Jack asked. He moved his eyes away from her body, but he had trouble keeping them on her face.
"You said you would get me some more food. Since you didn't leave me much before?"
Cindy's mouth and eyes might've been telling him to throw her down on the nearest surface and fuck her, but that sentence right there was spoken with perfect clarity.
In fact, when he blinked and looked up at her again, it was like he'd dreamed up his last image of her because, aside from her skirt being hiked up, she was giving him an odd stare.
"Jack?" she asked.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He needed to think, to get clear-headed. "Yeah, here, I'll take you into the kitchen. There should be some Chinese leftovers from last night."
"Did you get my favorite on purpose or did you just not have time to cook because you picked me up?"
The fact that she had a playful smile on her lips told him something. Were they darker than before? Her mouth was swollen, like she'd just been thoroughly kissed. "Something like that. Not having time, I mean. Let's go," he said.
Jack led her down the hall. His house wasn't exactly big. It was only a bungalow, and he'd added the basement himself.
It was a perfect set up for someone who lived alone, without many visitors.
But the narrow halls and chain between them made it incredibly easy to see the gentle sway in Cindy's hips. Just the thing she used to do when she wanted to his attention. He just wanted to keep his eyes on her, and now he could barely look away from her ass.
When he looked up again and realized she'd caught him staring, his entire body tensed up. He'd thought she would shake her head and be disgusted, but instead her kissable lips pulled up in a tiny, flirtatious smile.
Holy shit. She was trying to seduce him. She was actually trying to make him lose his cool.
Son of a bitch.
He opened the fridge, grabbed the Chinese and put the containers and boxes on the counter; the chain linking their two bodies clinked just a little as he moved around. The kitchen was a small space, but he was still able to get to the drawers and grab a fork.
Jack stopped himself before he could lift it out. He stared at it, along with the many knives that were in there. He looked over his shoulder to see what Cindy was doing. She was leaning on her elbows on the island counter, back stretched and leaning on one leg in a way that made the swell of her ass stick out.
She was pretending not to notice what she was doing as she stared down at the take out boxes, waiting for him to get her a utensil. Then her purple eyes turned toward him, as if she'd sensed his eyes on her. There was so much curly red hair framing her face, and her lips looked kissably swollen, and red.
Fuck, she was too damned sexy. Jack's blood warmed and moved down to fill his cock. Why was this working? He knew what she was doing so there was no logical reason for his body to react this way.
"What?" she asked.
Jack cleared his throat. He was the worst. After all this time, and after what she'd done, he couldn't stop imagining just grabbing her by the hips, tossing all the food off of the counter and throwing her down on it so that he could spread her legs, settle between them, and put his mouth on her wet folds. Would she taste the same as she used to? Would she moan and keen and grab at his hair when he put his cock inside of her?
It made him angry just thinking about it.
His cock was already hard, and he turned back around, breaking eye contact with her, and grabbed a spoon. Please God, don't let her notice that her actions were working.
He handed her the spoon before standing on the side of the counter island, using it to hide the lower half of his body without being too obvious about it.
She held up the spoon and gave him a quizzical look.
"I'm not about to give you something you can stab me with," he said.
He expected some snarky response, but instead she shrugged and opened up the boxes. "Can you plate any of this? Do you have a microwave?"
"Just eat what's in front of you or don't eat anything at all." He was already angry enough at himself for wanting her. The way she was leaning now meant he could perfectly see the swell of her supple breasts. They were practically popping out of the dress.
He shouldn't stare, that was making it worse, but he couldn't look away either.
Cindy turned away from him and shrugged again, like she didn't care if he made her eat off the floor.
"That's fine," she said as she opened some more of the containers, pulling out red sauce and dribbling it over her rice and those chicken ball things.
Even though the food was cold, when the first spoonful was inside of her mouth, her eyes closed and she moaned.
She did the same thing on her next bite. Each time the spoon went beyond her red lips, he wanted to lean in and touch them, or any part of her.
Every time she moaned and smiled, Jack imagined himself behind her, or beneath her, kissing and teasing her most intimate places. Would she spread her legs if he prompted her to? Would she moan just like that as she gave him better access to her clit? She clearly wanted this.
Just because he fucked her didn't mean he had to care about her. It wouldn't magically cause him to forgive her for what she'd done to him, either.
"This is so good," Cindy said, taking another tiny bite of her chicken. She must've thought it wouldn't look sexy if she stuffed her cheeks like a squirrel. He'd never seen any woman eat so carefully.
It was incredibly sexy when she used her finger to swipe up some of the red sauce from the container, and then sucked it right off the digit, pushing her finger deep between her wet lips.
Their eyes met when she did that, and the amethyst color seemed darker under her heavy lashes.
Jack imaged those same lips stretched around his cock instead of just her finger, and he absolutely hated her for doing this to him. Probably just to prove a point.
She was here, she was giving him all the right signals, why the hell shouldn't he take her?
Now his body was really starting to react. Once his brain buckled under the pressure, that was all the rest of him needed before the gates burst open and the monster inside was free.
Most of the lust was gone from Cindy's eyes just then, and Jack could tell she was aware that she was about to get what she wanted.
"Jack?"
He stepped around the island counter and right into her personal space. She turned around as if to back away from him, but he just pressed her back into the counter and held her in place.