He takes my chin and pulls me to him, laying a hard kiss on my mouth. “I don’t want to make love to your hair. I like it and everything, but that isn’t at all what makes my cock hard when I think of you. When I look at you. When the breeze carries a scent that reminds me of you.”
I step away from him, toward the bathtub. Before I let myself think about it too much, I whip my top over my head. It bites a little when it brushes my injury, but this will be worth it, I’m sure.
The two sports bras have to go. That’s trickier. I struggle a bit to get them both up and over my breasts at the same time. Getting them off my crossed arms is even worse.
Bull’s nails click on the tile as he prances around me, barking as though he thinks I’m starting a game.
What the fuck? SO not sexy. So NOT sexy.
My ears heat. Thank God I can’t see Jack’s face right now. I probably look like some sort of lunatic, struggling to get out of a straight jacket. There has got to be a better way.
Jackson employs the tone from earlier. “Bull. NO. Go lay down.”
The clickety- click of the dog’s nails fades as he leaves the room.
Jackson coughs as he lays his hands on my waist. “Let me help.”
If I could face-palm right now, I would. But my arms are trapped in two layers of super-strength spandex, designed to keep my Double-D girls from blacking my freaking eyes when I play sports.
He tugs up, and I try to pull down to help. My loosed boobs bounce willy-nilly as we fight over control of the layered bras. It seems to make things worse when the bottom edge, which is now at the top, rolls under itself and tightens the noose that’s probably going to strangle my sex appeal.
He says, “Be still and let go. I’ll get it.”
My death certificate will read, Official cause of death: Mortification.
I hold still and let go. Of my pride. Of my sanity.
This beautiful man—a man who could have any gorgeous Hollywood starlet he wants—is going to yank and tug. He’ll probably have to push me to the floor so he can use his foot on the top of my head as leverage to free me from my damn-dems-some-big-titties bra.
He’s going to laugh.
I’m going to die.
EIGHT
With one quick jerk, I’m free. The air rushes in to cool my scalding cheeks. I drop the not-so-sore side of my forehead into my palm, propping my elbow on the arm tucked over my liberated tits.
I should do something. I know there’s an appropriate thing to do when the guy you want to have sex with has had to exert physical labor to free you of your clothing. Whatever that thing is escapes me at the moment.
I sigh. That’s the extent of my coping skills for this particular situation. I need to study dealing with embarrassing situations. I could write a book based on my own first-hand experiences.
Large hands circle my wrists. They tug gently.
I tighten up. “Not ready.”
He gets on his knees in front of me and peeks around my arm.
Looking up at me, he smiles and runs his palms over my thighs, still encased in my pants. “That was fun. Let’s do it again.”
He licks his lips, and I roll my eyes.
“I promise that all my bras aren’t that hard to get out of.”
He pulls my hand to his shoulder, and then he unties my shoes, removing them while I use him to balance.
I let out a huff. “I can’t believe that wasn’t the biggest turn-off ever.”
He hooks his fingers into my waistband and peels my pants down to my ankles. “Are you shitting me? Those tits are fucking epic. And to watch them bounce? Damn, woman. I can’t wait to set you astride my cock and see how high I can get them to go.”
I smack his shoulder. “You’re a mess.”
“And you’re hot as fuck. I want to spend a week satiating this hunger.” He slides his fingers under the elastic of my panties and drags them down.
He leads me to the tub, holding my hand as I step in. Warm enough to sting a bit, but not burn. I sit, sinking up to my ears in bubbles.
I lean back as Jackson yanks his shorts down over his very erect cock. My mouth waters, and my core clenches. He’s possibly the most beautiful man ever.
He wraps his fingers around his dick and pushes and pulls his hand up and down it a couple of times, his eyes hot and on me. “See this? That’s what you do to me, Peaches. I’ve been walking around with a half-boner pretty much since we met. And when I see you, it’s all I can do to keep it in my pants.”
I swish the water around me. “Well, don’t feel too bad. I have lady-wood whenever you’re anywhere in the immediate vicinity. That’s not something I’ve ever experienced before.”
“Yeah?”
I shrug. “Yeah. Now, are you getting in here with me or are you just posing for my viewing pleasure while I bathe?”