Page 60 of Savage

“Thank you, I think,” I replied, glancing around the small space. I so hoped I didn’t snore. I didn’t usually but after drinking who knew?

“You sound surprised, I can be chivalrous and caring when I want to be,” he informed me softly.

“I know,” I replied honestly.

“Really. I thought I had the emotional range of a celery.” Jaxon teased with raised eyebrows and our gazes locked as we shared a moment.

Pushing to my feet, I took off Jaxon’s dinner jacket and hung it on the railing where there were several hangers. Checking the bathroom door, there were no robes there and I wondered what I would sleep in.

Jaxon had dropped the small leather bag he’d retrieved from the car on the single bed which he’d pulled out from under the sofa. He now stood there with his back to me, those broad shoulders tense. Would he find it hard sleeping in the same room as me and not touching me? I thought back to all those threats he’d made in the past about sensational sex. Where the fuck had they vanished to?

I stepped toward him and he seemed to sense me, turning, and lowering the phone he had been texting on. Our eyes locked, and he stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers. I noticed he’d pulled his shirt out of the waistband.

As I watched him in tired silence, he started to remove his shirt. Slowly unbuttoning it, his eyes never leaving mine, my heart raced against my ribcage and bit by bit, his tanned muscular chest was revealed. Was he going to perform a strip tease for me, my mouth almost watered at the thought.

Once he had shrugged out of the shirt, he then held it out to me and I took it, puzzled. “You can wear it to sleep in,” he said, a slight catch in his voice.

I drew the garment against me and inhaled. I didn’t care that he watched me do that. His scent teased my nostrils and I glanced back and raised an eyebrow.

“And don’t be getting any ideas,” he drawled with a lopsided smile. I knew he was joking.

“You and your virtue are safe tonight, Mr Savage,” I informed him, my eyes creasing in humour.

Jaxon placed one of his strong hands flat against his chest as he mocked in a maidenly type voice, “Well, thank goodness for that.”

He then handed me the bag. “Here, you use the bathroom first. There’s a spare toothbrush in there and soap, my shaving stuff and that’s about it. His comment about his shaving stuff reminded me of that day he’d chewed me out for Dominic using his razor. My feelings for him were so much different back then but I doubted I had ever really hated him.

I took the bag and walked away to the bathroom; that unsaid thing circulated the room behind me.

Part of me wanted to offer to share the bed, but I knew it would be a mistake. Jaxon sleeping separately was the best thing.

I too wasn’t a lover of complications and whilst sex with him would probably be amazing. It would have been wrong, especially as I was with Dominic. Wouldn’t it?

Whilst in the bathroom, I pulled out the clip in my hair and combed my fingers through it before removing my dress and washing my face. After I brushed my teeth, I took my strapless bra off but kept my knickers on.

Lifting Jaxon’s shirt against my face, I inhaled his musky scent. It was such a masculine smell and it made me tingle in all the right places. I slipped my arms into the sleeves and tugged it over my bare breasts; the material just covered my bottom. I had seen women wearing men’s shirts in movies. I stared at myself in the mirror, it didn’t feel strange to be wearing his clothing and it made me feel sexy.

I had almost finished dealing with the buttons when there was a soft knock on the door. “You about done?” Jaxon said through the closed wood.

I took a deep breath and checked my reflection again, did my cheeks look unnaturally pink? “Yes, almost,” I croaked, I left the top few buttons undone, exposing my throat.

After rinsing my hands, I drew the door open and Jaxon appeared in the doorway, he raised one hand and rested it above his head on the doorframe. He looked sinfully hot with his chest bare and only his dress pants on. His muscles bulged so close to my head. Jaxon really was sex on legs and part of me wondered what he’d do if I made the first move. What about Dominic, my conscience chanted.

He quirked a brow and then ran his gaze over my body, taking note of me wearing his shirt with a lingering look before dashing his free hand down his face. “Fuck me—can this night get any harder?” he whispered, partly to himself.

I raised a sexy brow. “I don’t know—can it?” The sexual suggestiveness of my comment cracked his mouth into a saucy grin.

“Behave,” he instructed with an amused expression. He was still stubborn and arrogant but so sexy.

Shooting him my best come-to-bed eyes, I slid under his arm and made my way to the double bed.

Jaxon didn’t take long in the bathroom and I dimmed the light. Pulling the covers up to my chin, eying my red dress which I’d hung next to Jaxon’s jacket.

Once he had finished in the bathroom, I caught a flash of his black boxer shorts as he walked past the bottom of my bed. The single pull-out was under the window. It didn’t look very comfortable. I silently ogled him as he bent over the bed and rearranged the covers, his broad back facing me and my eyes dropped to the cutest of tushies. The silk of his underwear showed a perfect outline of his buttocks. Was it wrong that I wanted to bite him there? I blamed the alcohol for all the perverse thoughts that were suddenly channelling their way through my head.

My stepbrother and the man who was still fuelling my lust-o-metre settled himself into the ridiculously small bed. It creaked like it hadn’t been used in a decade and I felt another twinge of guilt. Twisting and turning to get comfortable I leaned across to turn off the light.

“You could sleep in here with me you know. I trust you,” I offered, almost crossing my fingers.

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