Page 34 of Sweeter Than Honey
Taking advantage of the steady internet connection, Cara crafted an email and sent it to her team. She called a few key people and left messages. Then turned to her email again and started answering the pile of messages in her inbox. The morning passed. Her grumbling stomach made her finally take notice of the time. Closing the computer, Cara rubbed her eyes and stood. She’d take a shower, eat, and then tackle the next step on her mental to-do list.
Peering out the window beside the table, she looked for Jett in the yard. It was slightly overcast and looked like rain. Jett wasn’t in sight. She was grateful he’d given her the privacy to handle her business, and for his offer to help. She’d have to think about how to approach it.
She headed upstairs and into her bathroom, then remembered she needed towels. The linen closet was empty. She’d meant to ask him about starting a load of laundry but hadn’t gotten around to it. Wandering the hall, she stopped at the door just to the right of hers. The door had been shut since she’d arrived. Actually, so had the door at the far end on the left. Her room seemed to be the only one in use. Curious if either room held extra supplies, she opened the door on the right. Small licks of light filtered in from the shade-covered window. It was a bedroom with a huge bed against the far wall, a dresser on either side of it. A stack of clothing sat on the foot of the bed, along with a laundry basket half full.
Jett’s room. It smelled like him, yet the air had an old tinge to it as well, as if this space was rarely used. The bed was perfectly made as if it hadn’t been touched in a long time. Did he only come in here to change clothes? Where did he sleep? Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any sound up here in the evenings when she lay in her bed. He moved so quietly, though, she probably wouldn’t hear him anyway.
Curious, Cara stepped inside. What was life inside Jett’s private walls like? She imagined him inside this room, alone, going through his nightly routine. Her gaze drew to the ensuite bathroom. Drawn to it, she followed the rich, masculine scent of soap and deodorant. Did he get undressed once he was inside the bathroom, or did he leave a trail of clothes across the bedroom? She wet her lips, her body heating up as she imagined him turning on the water. His hard, toned, naked body stepping beneath the spray… water drenching his hair, his hands cupping his head and pushing the strands back.
A small groan clogged the base of her throat. Why did he have to be so sexy? All that dark hair, that big, muscular body, the gravel in his voice. Oof. Cara pressed a hand to her chest and shifted her weight, which only increased the ache between her legs. Did he lay on his bed naked when he was done with his shower?
His long body stretched out on top of the flannel sheets, one big hand running down his rippled abdomen to his—
“Can I help you find something?”
Cara’s throat tightened with a huge intake of breath. Her brain spun with the twisted lurch of her pulse.
Shit!
“My dignity?” The words ground out between lips pulled into a plastic smile. “I was, uh… looking for towels. Sorry, towels? You have any of those? No? That’s okay. I’ll use a washcloth or my dress or… or leaves or something.”
Jesus, settle down. What the hell was wrong with her? It wasn’t like she’d been going through his things. Just undressing him and making him do dirty things in her mind.
“Leaves? Knowing you, you’d pick poison ivy and rub it all over yourself. How about I just get you a towel?”
She clasped her hands tightly in front of her and tried to act cool. “Yes. Great.”
Jett turned his lower lip beneath his front teeth and gave her a quick glance as he walked past her and into the bathroom. “You weren’t imagining me naked in here, were you?”
“You can’t prove that!” Indignation and heat flashed over her face.
Jett looked back at her over his shoulder. “I think I just did.” He winked and disappeared inside the bathroom.
This was getting out of hand. As soon as he went back outside, she was going to Google the effect of pregnancy hormones on the sex drive because hers was being a needy bitch.
She cleared her throat, closed her eyes, and counted to three while taking deep, centering breaths. Good. Good, that was better.
She let out the final breath and opened her eyes.
Jett was staring at her, his body inches from hers. His gaze was on her mouth, his own pulled into a serious, hard line.
“W-what?” She stammered.
He met her eyes. Something pulled between them. Cara breathed out of her nose, trying to keep steady… stay in control.
Jett pressed a towel against her chest, and it set them both in motion, reaching for each other, grabbing, pulling, until she was drawn against his body, her tippy toes nearly off the floor.
“I just wanted a towel,” she whispered.
“The hell you did. You want more and you fucking know it.”
He cupped her face in one hand, his head dipping low.
So low…
Chapter Fifteen
Sincewhendidhisbear know how to do the Flamenco?
