Page 82 of Wild As Her

He smirks. “Noted.”

Love chose that moment to hop off my lap and trot inside, abandoning me to the full wrath of my own thirst.

Jack raises an eyebrow. “You said you were falling for me.”

“I also said you’d ruin my life,” I say, pulling the blanket over my face. “Let’s not forget that gem.”

He takes another step closer. “Is that… a serious offer?”

I peek at him from under the blanket. “Do youwantto ruin my life?”

He looks at me, something in his eyes, something soft and unguarded, that makes my heart stutter.

“I don’t want to ruin your life, Cami,” he says softly.

Oh.

He dropped down beside me, still holding the towel in place with one hand like we weren’t in the middle of a scene straight out of my most unhinged fantasies. “I want tobein your life.”

I stare at him. “You’re not wearing pants.”

He smirks. “That’s what you took from that?”

I turn toward him, blanket still clutched to my chest like it might protect me from my own feelings. “I’m distracted. And you’ve been avoiding being near me. You barely look at me. Then you glare like I’ve betrayed you if I evensmileat Beau. I have emotional whiplash, Jessop.”

“I glare at everyone,” he says casually. “It’s part of my charm.”

“Ithoughtyou were mad at me.”

“I was mad at myself,” he says. “For not saying something sooner.”

“Well, now I’ve said something. Loudly. To the dog. While you were lurking half-naked like a ghost of shirtless cowboys past.”

He chuckles again. “It was a really nice speech.”

“Oh my God,” I groan.

“And for the record,” he adds, voice dropping just slightly, “I would have made you come so hard on that pool table. All you would have had to do was ask.”

I forget how to breathe.

His eyes flick to my lips. And then…nothing. He stands.

“Goodnight, Cami.”

I blink. “Wait,what?That’s it?”

“I’m not going to kiss you while I’m in a towel. That feels like something out of a spicy romance novel.”

“Ilovespicy romance novels!”

He grins, all smug and maddeningly confident. “Then you’ll love what happens next.”

He snaps off the towel and drops it on my chest. And with that, he turns and walks back inside. And the view does not disappoint.

I stare after him, heart hammering, face on fire, and brain completely offline.

Love trots back out, glances up at me, and drops her head back onto my lap with a sigh.

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