Page 58 of Save Her from Me

I liked having him close.

Really liked being able to steal peeks at him.

Enjoyed the half-smiles when he noticed.

After a while of chatting with my girls once again, learning all about the SMEP method of getting pregnant that Casey was trying, I brought my attention back to him.

“I meant to thank you for all you’re doing,” I said. “The patrols. Searching buildings. I didn’t know half of it.”

Jackson’s gaze flicked over me, the laptop screen lighting him up.

I jumped up and trotted downstairs to my bedroom. Fetched the list from my bedside table and returned upstairs. Placing it on the sofa between us, I carefully added Jackson’s number to the new phone.

He glanced at what I was doing. Noticed the page.

I tapped out a message, and it buzzed on his phone.

“What are ye doing?” he asked.

Taking my phone and the sheet of paper, I pushed to my feet and went to the door.

Jackson had awakened something inside me that I couldn’t contain.

I wanted him. Needed to explore him like he’d done with me.

All this polite hedging around each other was driving me mad, and there was zero chance I’d be able to do it for the next week.

“Guess my code and you’ll find out.”

Chapter 17

Ariel

I watched themessage readnotification on my phone.

Jackson had taken the bait.

It wasn’t a difficult one, but that didn’t mean he’d obey it.

IYWM, CTMR.

Silence from upstairs. I held my breath.

In my room, I’d turned on my lamp, the space cast in an orange glow. I always kept it tidy, and my bed was big and comfortable, with a patchwork quilt at the bottom I pulled over my duvet on the colder nights. But right now, I was anything but cold.

Fever streaked through me.

I’d been the lucky recipient of Jackson’s mouth earlier. But according to my list, I needed to reciprocate. We needed to do it together. Drive each other crazy until we were desperate.

Perched on my bed, I shook.

There was so much to try, and the week ahead was the perfect opportunity to do it. I’d offered, he’d refused, I’d told him we weren’t going to talk about it, then he’d gone down on me. The push and pull was unending. If he didn’t appear now, I would be done with asking. I’d put away the raging hormones and save them for someone else at a time when I wasn’t in danger.

If you want me, come to my room,I’d asked.

A sound came. A footstep. More.

Oh God.

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