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Harley (West Coast Rock Star #1)(30)

 
Cade heard Jax hiss as his body tightened. She felt that repressed energy coming off him. Jax turned his attention back to her. From a side-glance, Cade saw the waitress purse her lips then walk away.
 
He covered her hand on his leg with one of his hands. "You keep doing that and I'll end up taking you to the back and showing you what you're doing to me." Was that a warning?
 
 
 
        
          
        
         
 
Cade blushed. Her breath came out jagged. She could feel his hand behind her make its way up along her spine, then underneath her top. Goosebumps littered her skin, following the trail Jax's fingers was leaving over the side of her ribs. Cade decided it would be best if she kept herself hydrated, just in case the heat between them caused an actual fire. She finished another bottled water.
 
When the too-attentive waitress came back, she gave Jax two cut glass tumblers with golden amber liquid in them. Jax handed Cade one.
 
She took a sniff, and wrinkled her nose. "Scotch?"
 
"Yes, better than that." He pointed at the unfinished purple drink on the table.
 
Cade let out a small chuckle. "This is something my father would drink." Drank, she corrected herself silently.
 
"Are you calling me old?" A smirk appeared on his lips before he knocked back the drink.
 
Cade spread her lips into a smile. "You don't even know how to drink it properly." She took a sip of the liquid, inhaled through parted lips and let the drink's aroma release through them, and then she swallowed.
 
When she looked back at Jax, he had a wide grin on his face. "That was positively the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
 
Cade lowered her eyes and shook her head. She placed her drink down on the table and stood. Right away, Jax grabbed her hand. She bent at the waist and brought her face close to his.
 
"Off to the little girls' room." She didn't have to hear his question.
 
Jax cocked his head to the side. "There are private ones right in the back. Don't be long."
 
She mock-saluted him and made her way to the bathroom. Even without turning her head, she knew he was watching her walk. She felt sexy. She felt empowered. So with the temporary courage from the booze, she added more sway onto her hips until she reached the bathrooms.
 
Once she had finished using the facilities, she stared in the mirror at her reddened cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. Thank god for Beth's miracle makeover, she didn't look much of a fright. The charcoal smudge under her eyes and over her lids gave her that sultry, smoky-eyed look. Beth was able to highlight her cheekbones with a blush, and somehow the gloss had stayed on her lips. Her hair didn't fair too well with the heat and sweat, but it still matched her overall appearance, understated rock star goddess.
 
Harley had been thrilled when she found out that Cade was going out too. Cade had expected a different reaction from the girl, but Harley had been the one who'd convinced her to join the pack. When Beth had pulled her back into her hotel room, Harley had been right there with them, going through Cade's clothes-which there weren't a lot of-and critiquing Beth's work.  
 
Cade wondered if Harley had gone to bed. She would have texted the young girl, but she'd left her phone in her jacket. She would have to check on her as soon as she returned to the lounge. Grabbing a couple of rolled hand towels from a tray, she wet them under the faucet and patted her neck and shoulder. A cool comfort for her overheated body.
 
It was all Jax's fault, she thought.
 
And as soon as she did, as though she had called him, the door to the bathroom opened and in came the devil himself. Her gut clenched and her thighs pressed together of their own accord. Liquid lust filled her core. Cade caught the lascivious gaze he threw her in the mirror, just as Jax leaned back and blocked the door.
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter Twelve
 
 
 
 
 
The tremble of his body sent him off the booth when flashes of Cade dancing against him seized his mind. From the time she shrugged off that leather jacket, revealing her tight curves, he couldn't resist the temptation. Jax knew she worked out. It had to be a part of her job. He wasn't sure how many hours she spent at the gym but boy, did it pay off.
 
She had great muscle tone, which complemented the curves of her body well. Jax-and all the men in the club, as far as he was concerned-had watched her undulate her hips, move her hands and her feet with the beat, and her long hair set wild around her frame. Cade was hypnotizing. He felt too feeble not to get attracted.
 
But Cade knew she called the shots. She must have. She left him panting and wanting on the dance floor. As soon as she did so, women clamoured to get near him, although his interest in any of them wasn't enough to put out the fire Cade had set on him.