Page 56 of Regards, Mia

His touch makes me remember that night we first met. The strength and gentleness in his calloused fingers sends my mind reeling, and my body into an uncomfortable state of awareness.

Time slows down as his hand trails up my arm from my wrist to my elbow, heating my skin despite the layer of clothing between us. I want to feel his touch against my bare skin, and taste every dip and curve of his mouth.

He smells so fucking good. I want to lean in and inhale deeply, filling my nose with his scent. If Jay was a cologne, he’d be called something like, Smoldering Embrace. Bottles of him would fly off the shelves no matter what the asking price. Every man would want to smell like Jay.

Spicy.

Sexy.

Undeniably masculine.

My gaze locks on his full mouth. His soft, firm lips are so close, almost within reach. My mind floods with memories of us locked together, his tongue gliding against mine, his taste filling my mouth.

He tightens his grip on my elbow, tugging me even closer. My head tilts back, and our gazes collide. Heat blazes in his dark eyes, sparking a fire deep inside me.

“I got my results back,” he says. “Want to see them?”

I blink up at him, my brain scrambling to catch up with his words. “What?”

His lips curve upward for a brief second, and the gleam in hiseyes says he knows exactly where my mind had been. “The test results you asked for,” he says with the patience of a saint. “Do you want to see them?”

“Oh.” I ease back, a blast of heat scorching from my chest to my cheeks. “Sure.”

He tugs my hand, keeping me close while we walk through his living room to the kitchen. His long stride forces me to lengthen mine in order to keep up.

Jay’s apartment is one long, open room with a wall of windows overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains, highly polished wooden floors peeking out under antique rugs, and rustic wood-beamed ceilings.

The first time I’d been in Jay’s apartment, I’d been too busy getting my world rocked to observe anything, but now I notice the book shelf overflowing with books, the contemporary art on the walls, and a shiny black piano tucked in the corner near the kitchen island.

“Do you play?” I ask, adding another potential detail to the list ofall things Jay.

“A little.” He grabs an envelope from a drawer in the kitchen and hands it to me.

It looks official, alright. The clinic’s name is at the top, and it’s addressed to Jay. It’s still sealed. “You want me to open it?”

He crosses his arms over his chest and nods. “Go ahead.”

I finger the edge of the flap. “But you haven’t looked at it yet.”

“Don’t need to,” he says, frowning down at me. “Why do you need my test results, Mia?”

A shiver of anticipation ripples over my skin. I might be imagining us in bed together, his body pinning mine to the mattress as he thrusts deep inside me. “It’s just a precaution.”

He cocks his head at me, dark eyes crinkling at the corners as he studies my expression. “Are you thinking about having sex with me?”

My heart speeds up, beating so fast it feels like it’s going to explode. Busted.

“I…” The words get caught in my throat as his gaze slides over my body. “I, I… just want to be safe.”

He stalks closer, his dark eyes hot and hungry on mine. “I don’t remember you asking for my test results the last time you were here.” His gaze shifts to the oversized leather sofa he’d pinned me against as his talented fingers brought me to ecstasy.

Desire streaks through my body. My breasts ache, nipples tightening at the thought of his sensual mouth and teasing tongue. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

He makes a noise low in his throat that is part laugh, part growl. “Hmm.” His hand skates up my arm, closing around the nape of my neck. He pulls me closer, bending his head to mine. “You told me to forget about you.”

My eyelids flutter shut, and I tilt my head back, inhaling his delicious scent. The last thing I want is for Jay to forget about me. “I changed my mind.”

He steps back, releasing me so fast it makes my head spin. “That’s too bad,” he says. “I don’t have sex with clients.”

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