“Come on, let’s go inside,” I told her as I shifted her so that she could stand up.
Watching Jess’s body in the moonlight ranked right up there with the Seven Wonders of the World. Hank had to be the stupidest man on the face of the earth. Jess stood up and wrapped her arms around her stomach and turned to look back at me.
The nervous smile on her lips reminded me that underneath all that bravado was an insecure girl. One who had allowed herself to be mistreated by guys. I stood up and reached for my shirt, which I’d thrown off earlier.
“Lift your arms,” I said, stepping in front of her.
She did as I asked, and I slipped my shirt over her head.
“Thank you.”
I grabbed a towel that had been left folded on the table beside us and wrapped it around my waist. “Time to go warm up,” I replied, reaching for her hand and leading her inside the house.
I took Jess to the bathroom closest to the pool and left her to go back and get her clothing. When I came back the door was unlocked, so I knocked once before opening it.
Jess stood in front of the shower, looking at it. “This is the biggest shower I’ve ever seen,” she said with a smile, glancing back at me.
It wasn’t even the biggest one in the house, but I guess it was a nice size. I walked over and reached inside to turn on the hot water. “Take a shower and warm up,” I told her.
“If you take one with me,” she replied.
The image of Jess soaped up in a shower was exactly what I was imagining at the moment. Climbing in with her would lead to more tonight. Would it be the same the second time? Was that first time inside her because I’d wanted her so bad? Getting attached to Jess was out of the question. I would be leaving soon, and Jess wouldn’t be a part of that life.
Jess pulled my shirt over her head and dropped it, then reached out for my towel. “Please,” she said as she tugged, letting my towel fall.
Maybe a second time would be a good idea. Getting her out of my system was the only way to deal with this.
Reaching for her waist, I pulled her against me and enjoyed the sweet taste of her lips and the soft, plump feel of them against mine. Telling this woman no was f**king impossible.
Chapter Nine
JESS
I lay in Jason Stone’s bed, watching him sleep. I should have gone home. But he’d asked me to stay and I’d said yes. A dark curl had fallen over his eyes, and I wanted to reach over and brush it away, but I was afraid to wake him.
Sleeping wasn’t going to happen for me tonight. I had too many thoughts in my head. Then, of course, there was fear. This was too good to be true. Jason was sweet, kind, smart, wealthy, and beautiful. He had shown me that sex could be soul shattering. Nothing with him was cheap. Especially not that.
But I wasn’t the kind of girl who caught and held someone like Jason’s attention. I wasn’t a Sadie White. She was pure and sweet. Everyone loved her—even Marcus Hardy had. It was no wonder Jax Stone fell madly in love with her when he’d come to Sea Breeze. I had never lived in a fairy tale, and there was no sense in starting to now.
I eased out of Jason’s arms and slipped quietly from the bed. Finding the bathroom we had used to take our shower was a little more difficult, but I eventually found it. Once I located my clothes, I put them on and then headed for the front door.
“If you open it, the silent alarm will go off,” Jason’s sleepy voice said from the dark staircase behind me.
I turned around just as his foot hit the bottom step. He was wearing a pair of shorts that hung off his lean hips, making it hard to concentrate on why it was I needed to leave.
“You don’t have a car here,” he pointed out.
I nodded. He was right. I hadn’t really thought that through yet.
“If you wanted to go, all you had to do was tell me,” Jason said.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” I lied. That hadn’t really been it at all.
Jason smirked as if he knew I was lying. “I’ve called my driver, or the driver I use while I’m in residence here when needed. He’s bringing the car around now. He can take you home.”
I didn’t respond. Jason walked toward me and stopped just a foot away from me. “Can I call you?”
Could he call me? Telling him I needed to think or that I needed time was probably best. Reminding myself just where I stood in this situation was important.