“What?” she asked.
“You haven’t moved.”
“I can’t.”
The bathroom light cast a glow over the room, and the sight of her pale hair against the white sheets created a soft spot beneath his ribs. He couldn’t see the details of her face, but he could see the oval shape, the way her features cast delicate shadows. Once he’d realized she’d modeled, he’d known her face was as gorgeous as her body. That combined with the fact that he was still so well-known turned the soft spot brittle.
But she didn’t want to see him again, so it was a nonissue.
Trying to let it go, he leaned over her and kissed her lips. “I guess you’ll just have to stay, then, won’t you?”
She reached up and combed her fingers through his hair. “I’d love to. If I didn’t have a customer fitting tomorrow, I’d change my plans.”
“Can’t you reschedule?”
“No. She’s in a wedding this weekend.”
Damn.
“You probably want to get out of this.” Jax took the cuff of one jacket sleeve and tugged. She groaned and pulled her arm out. Jax reached for the other cuff and leaned over her, bracing himself on the bed. His hand pressed against a corner of his jacket, over something hard and cylindrical in the pocket. “What’s this?”
Lexi’s hand covered his, feeling around.
“Oh.” She pushed her hand into the pocket and drew something out. “That’s your second surprise.”
“More like my tenth surprise. You’ve been delivering one beautiful surprise after another since you walked in.” Jax sat back on his heels. “And I can’t wait to hear what this is.”
She pressed a small bottle into his hand. “Massage lotion.”
He hummed at the pleasurable thought.
“Give me a little time to rest,” she said, her voice languid, “and I’ll work out some of your sore muscles.”
Jax turned the bottle in his hand. “I have heard it called a love muscle before, but I happen to know it’s not in the muscle group.”
Lexi slapped his hand and pulled the bottle away, laughing. “It’s not for that. It’s for your shoulders and your legs. Aren’t they sore after swinging a sword and riding a horse all day?”
He lifted her upper body from the bed to drag the jacket from beneath her, then tossed it aside.
“Really?” he said, sliding onto his side next to her, propping his elbow on the bed and his head on his hand. He spread his free hand flat over her belly. “Sure you weren’t trying to get a massage out if it yourself?”
“Smell it,” she said, pouring some on her hands and lifting them to his face. “If it was for me, I wouldn’t get something that was going to make me smell like a guy.”
“Smells good.” Warm, spicy, sultry.
“And it’s edible,” she said, her voice lowering with insinuation. “But I don’t like massages, so I’ll be doing the tasting.”
Warmth flowed into his cock again. “What? Who doesn’t like massages?”
“I’m ticklish, remember? And I don’t like having a stranger’s hands on—” She stopped suddenly, leaving the sentence hanging there in the dark. Then she laughed. “Well, that’s a pretty ridiculous thing to say, considering…”
A place deep in Jax’s belly softened. He slid his hand to the opposite side of her waist and pulled her close until they were skin to skin.
She flinched, squirmed, laughed. “See?”
Jax laughed and rolled to his back, taking her with him. He found more ticklish spots on her sides, and she laughed, screamed, wiggled. She was breathless when he finally stopped tickling her and draped her body over his, heavy and relaxed.
“Oh yeah,” Jax moaned, closing his eyes as he ran a hand over her hair and down her back. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. This right here.”
A moment of silence passed. Jax felt sleep try to tug him deeper into the mattress. He wished he could fall asleep with her in his arms. Wake up with her in his arms. But knowing this was the only night he’d get with her meant he had to savor every moment.
“Jax?” Her voice was soft.
A tiny flare of discomfort brought his eyes open. But it dissipated quickly. He tightened his arms around her and kissed her head. “Hmm?”
“Before I forget, or we get…involved in something and lose track of time and I have to rush out…”
She piled her hands on his chest and propped her chin there. And even though he couldn’t see her face, he sensed her seriousness.
“Thank you,” she said, voice gentle and sincere, “for the very best night of my life.”
A cord of heat pulled straight down the center of his chest, and a wave of sweet emotion overtook him. He couldn’t help himself, just combed his fingers into her hair and pulled her head down as he lifted into a half curl to press their mouths together. He’d intended the kiss to be sweet, but it instantly turned hot. Her mouth mirrored her body so perfectly—wet and hot. He hadn’t even fully softened yet and his cock was already rising again.
“Baby,” he said between kisses. “I know we agreed to just tonight, but you gotta admit we’ve got something amazing here—”
She kissed him harder, smothering his words.
In frustration, he pulled his head back. “Lexi, just think about—”
She pressed her fingers to his mouth. “Jax, I can’t. I can’t even consider it. Just giving myself that sliver of maybe with you is like a fault in a dam.” She curled her fingers and brushed her knuckles over his cheek. “Tell me about your day. You don’t have to go over the part that upset you again…unless you want to talk about it.”
He grabbed her hand and pulled her palm to his mouth. After kissing it, he sucked every fingertip between his lips. “I want to talk about seeing you again.”
“Jax…” she said, exasperation trailing his name out. “You don’t understand. That’s like offering an addict crack.”
He burst out laughing, pulled her to him. “I’ll be your supplier, sugar.”
“Shut up.”
“Honey, do you realize how rare it is to be so comfortable together so fast?”
“Jax—”
“To be so explosive in bed, so fast?”
“Stop—”
“I just want to get to know you better. See if there’s something more. Is that asking so much?”
She pressed her fingers to his lips again. Then removed them and pressed her lips there instead. The kiss was slow, sweet, filled with emotion. When she finally pulled away, she combed her fingers through his hair and said, “Tell me about your day.”
He sighed. “It was great. I’m a lucky bastard. I’ve got the best job in the world. I get paid to play all day.” He smiled just thinking about how much fun he’d had with Ty. Maybe opening up to her would help her open up. “Wanna see me being an idiot?”
“Of course,” she said with so much enthusiasm, he laughed.
He kissed her and shifted her to the side. “Let me get my phone.”
He slid out of bed and retrieved his jeans from the living room. Back in the bedroom, Jax pulled condoms from his wallet and put them on the bedside table, then tossed his pants on a side chair and stood at the edge of the bed, thumbing across screens to pull up the video. Lexi’s hand reached out and stroked his hip, slid down the front of his thigh. The touch was more affectionate than sexual, and it made that soft place in his chest open wider.
When he’d found the video, he handed her the phone, climbed over her to the other side of the bed, and propped himself up behind her. She leaned back against him as he slipped his hand between her body and her arm, pointing to his starting image on the screen. “That’s me. I was taking a break with the other guy while they moved cameras. I was trying to take my helmet off.”
He adjusted the sound and tapped Play.
Ty had been filming well before Jax had known, and the first frames of the video showed Jax fighting with the helmet.
A muffled, “Who the hell…last wore this thing?” made Lexi giggle.
The sound drew Jax’s gaze, and he realized the light from the phone cast a glow on Lexi’s face. But she had her head tilted down and away, toward the phone. He pushed up a little, trying to get a better view.
He caught sight of just a portion of her face. Long, golden eyelashes over one crystal-clear blue eye and smooth skin. His craving to see her face intensified.
“How do you do that?” she asked without looking away the phone. Jax’s gaze lowered to her mouth. Her lips were full, pink, pretty. “Ride like that with no hands?”
“It’s just balance. And I’ve been riding since I was little.”
She hummed, the sound impressed. “I bet you were an adorable kid.”
In the video, Jax called Ty a piece of shit, and Lexi laughed. Crinkles appeared in the outer corner of her eye. He caught a flash of straight white teeth.
“Who are you talking to?” she asked. “Who’s taking the video?”
“One of the actors. He runs his own stunts.”
Another hum, but no real interest. And her laughter picked up at Jax’s antics just before he finally pulled the helmet off. “Oh my God.” She laughed the words. “Is he falling off his horse?”
Jax returned his gaze to the phone where the image was slowly tilting sideways, Ty’s hysterical laughter booming from the speakers. “No, he’s just screwing around. He’s as good a rider as I am.”
Jax returned his eyes to the tiny corner of her face. Took in the way her blonde hair lay softly against the part of her forehead and temple he could see. He wanted to turn her toward him and kiss her, eyes open and staring into hers.
“Did you grow up on a ranch or something?” she asked.
“No. My mother was very into horses, mostly because they were prestigious and allowed her to meet the people she wanted to meet. When I was old enough to decide whether or not to ride on my own, I stuck with it because it got me away from everyone before I could drive.”
“Hmm, I’d have loved a getaway like that as a kid.” She laughed at something on the video again, and he didn’t get a chance to ask more. “He seems so fun. Do you like him?”
“Yeah. He’s a good kid.” A thought occurred to him, a way to test her. He clenched his stomach in preparation for a spastic response—he got that a lot when he mentioned Ty. “It’s Tyler Manning.”
She didn’t react—at all. Just kept watching the video with a small shake of her head. “I don’t recognize the name. Are you two always this funny when you’re working together?”
If she’d known who Ty was, Jax doubted she could have held back a reaction. He had to admit, he’d been skeptical after the demonstration Ty had given today.
“Usually, yeah,” he answered belatedly. “Like I said, I get to play all day.”
On the video, Jax barreled toward the phone’s camera, and Lexi gasped. Then the picture went dark as Jax’s hand covered the lens, plucked it out of Ty’s hand, and raced off. But his voice came over the audio: “Try, kid. It’ll give me an excuse to knock your ass off that horse.”
