Page 35 of Unbossly Manners

“You can do it.” I shoved the wet tissues in his hand, backing away.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes discerning.

“Yep.”

After he swiped his chest clean of the blood, he threw the tissues in the trash across the room and sat on the sofa.

“I’m so sorry.” I sat on the coffee table across from him and placed my hand on his arm.

“It’s fine,” he said, shaking me off. “An accident.”

He was close enough that warmth radiated from his naked chest, hitting my exposed skin. I averted my eyes. I’d soon be touching that chest and my body was responding to the sight of it, but now didn’t seem like the right time to be lusting after him.

His light eyes were steady on mine. “I dreamed about you last night,” he said.

“What kind of dream?” I asked. The walls felt like they were closing in, creating a small intimate space around us.

He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“A sexy kind?” I asked, my voice dropping.

He nodded.

“Like a sex dream.”

“Like a blow job dream.”

Heat swirled between my thighs as an image of us together infiltrated my mind.

“Was I any good?” My voice dropped.

“Let’s just say I had to change my sheets.” Lust filled his eyes and I blinked rapidly.

His shirt was off, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I glanced between his legs.

“You’re hard,” I said surprised, a thrill running up my spine.

He didn’t move to hide it, and his eyes didn’t falter from mine.

“You turn me on, Peyton.”

“Oh.” I shifted, my knees brushing his, and a spark of desire shot between my thighs. “But you’re in love with—”

“Don’t,” he warned, his gaze hardening, which ignited the spark ablaze. “This is about you. This is how my body responds to you. I didn’t agree to this out of the goodness of my heart.”

I blushed and looked down at the white shag rug.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want you to hear me.”

“I hear you.” My voice was gruff, my cheeks flushed.

“Good.”

There was a knock on the door and I scooted back, Jackson sliding a decorative pillow onto his lap.

Selena sauntered in. “Damn it. I was hoping I’d walk into a soft porno—the whole nurse mending the fallen soldier cliché.”

“A nose bleed isn’t exactly sexy,” I said, although my racing heart would beg to differ.

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