Page 29 of His Secret Obsession

Without thinking, my hand snaps out and snatches one up. I hold the thin, sheer material in front of my face.

Christ.

I bet when she’s wearing these, a man can see straight through them. My thumb glides down the middle seam, my balls beginning to ache at the thought of ripping these off her. Slowly looking around, and seeing no sign of her, I pocket the lacy scrap in my jeans with a sadistic chuckle.

Reaching down, I grab another item out of the basket. This time, my attention snags onto a black, sheer bra with a floral design. Jesus, I bet her perky nipples would—

“What are you doing?”

The sudden noise makes me jump, and my heart damn near leaps out of my chest at having been caught. I whirl around, my eyes immediately finding Maddie standing at the top of the basement steps with eyebrows raised. Then she notices what I’m holding, and her cheeks flush a light pink. My mouth goes dry when her gaze dips even lower, and I justknowshe sees the outline of my erection.

“Maddie.” I clear my throat, my heart pumping wildly. Is she going to think I’m a creep and a pervert now? I wrack my brain,trying to come up with any excuse that might make this seem a little more innocent.

Wait, is this turning her on?

Her eyes darken as she drags in a sharp breath. When her gaze lingers a little longer on my hard cock than is appropriate for a “friend,” it feels like her eyes are branding me. I clear my throat, and she finally pulls her eyes back up to mine. Her pupils are darkening with desire. I’m filled with a sense of anticipation now, and although I know I should walk away, I’m not ready to do that yet.

I let my lips tilt into a coy smirk, and I drag my own eyes down her body, making no attempt to hide the blatantly obvious way I’m drinking her in. Based on her clothing and her appearance, I’m guessing she was down there working out. She’s wearing a dark red sports bra, her breasts straining against the fabric. I watch in fascination as a drop of sweat glides down her chest and disappears into the valley of her cleavage. My mouth waters with the need to taste her.

“Jax.” Her voice is breathy now, no more than a quiet whisper. She says my name like it’s both a plea and a warning.

Her chest moves with each inhale, and my skin suddenly feels too tight. Heat zips down my spine as my gaze slides down the smooth expanse of her belly before studying the way those leggings hug her hips.

Just when I’m about to give into temptation and touch her, she says my name again. “Jax.”

My eyes drag back up to her face. I can’t help but notice the way she’s staring at my hands. I’ve caught her ogling them several times this week. But today, she looks mesmerized. And because I can’t resist the urge to stoke the flames between us a little higher, I let my thumb caress the cup of the bra. Right where her nipples would be, if she were wearing them right now. She sucks in another breath.

“Just picturing you wearing these,” I admit, my voice gravelly. Surprise flickers across her face, and I almost laugh. Yeah, I’m guessing she didn’t think I was actually going to tell the truth. I let the bra dangle off my fingers as our eyes meet again and cluck my tongue. “Fair warning: if you don’t want me to picture you wearing these in my bed while I jerk off, then I would start putting your laundry up.”

“I didn’t mean to—I wasn’t trying—” she begins, fumbling over her words.

Adorable.

Unable to help myself, I cock my head to the side and arch my scarred eyebrow. “Use your words, Maddison.”

Something flairs to life in her eyes then, my cocky challenge lighting some kind of spark. Her response catches me off guard.

“Keep them then. Think about me when you touch yourself.” She tilts her chin up. “Maybe I want something that belongs to you in return.”

I drop the garment on the floor, something snapping inside me as I surge forward. She squeaks, her back hitting the wall with a quietthudas I tower over her. The front of my body presses into her chest, and the warmth of her skin sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock. A drop of precum seeps from the tip, and I tilt my hips forward so she can feel how hard I am through the denim of my jeans. Something about her breathy gasp pleases me.

Bracketing both forearms against either side of her, I cage her body against the wall. Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me, lips parting. I inhale deeply, breathing in her scent. I get a whiff of vanilla and a hint of sweat. I keep pressing her into the wall, dipping my head down and leaning in until our mouths are only an inch apart.

“Sweet girl, if you wanted to wear one of my shirts while you play with that pretty pussy,” I murmur, “all you had to do was ask.”

“Jax,” she says as a low whimper tears from her throat.

Rocking forward, I grind my erection into the soft space between her thighs. A groan slips from my mouth when the warm friction sends a zap of pleasure through my cock. Her eyelids flutter, her breathing growing heavier, her mouth tilting up….

And this is it.

She’s going to kiss me.

After so many long years, I’m going to kiss—

The shrill ringing of a cell phone makes us jump apart. The frustration of being thrust back into reality has me seeing red, and I utter a string of curses as my fist slams into the wall. I recognize that ringtone as the fire department. With a loud groan, I run my hand down my face and take a step away.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

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