says it's me, that I’m frigid.”
She is anything but. The way she responds to me, the passion I see in her eyes whenever she’s in my arms. I’m going to show her that she is a very passionate woman.
7
Sofia Winters
Oh God. I have known this man for all of a day, and I’ve just blurted out my life story to him. I try to get off his lap, but he tightens his hold on me.
“No, you don’t. I like you right here.”
When I stop trying to move away from him, his hands move to my hips, his thumb rubbing the exposed skin just above the waistline of my jeans. It feels nice, familiar. Which seems so odd considering I’ve only known this man for a day.
“Now, we both know there is nothing wrong with you. Your fiancé is the loser here for blaming you.” He shakes his head.
“Ex,” I say.
“He was the problem, not you, babe. I didn't burn up those sheets on my own last night.”
My cheeks start to heat.
Jett's hands cup my face. “You are a breathtakingly beautiful, seductive, sensual woman, and don’t let any guy tell you any different.”
“Thank you.” I gently touch my lips to his. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just need time away from them. My father was furious on the phone earlier today, especially when I said I needed time. If my being here is too much, I can go and stay at a hotel. But if I do, they'll be able to track me down.”
Jett’s hand grips my neck as he pulls our faces close enough our lips are just touching. “I am happy with you staying here as long as you need.” His mouth is back on mine, his tongue pushing my mouth open as he gains entry, our tongues dancing together. But he pulls apart abruptly and leans his forehead against mine as I try to slow down my breathing. I have never had such a need for another person as I do with him. He makes me lose control, and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.
“Do you want the first shower?” he asks.
I sit up straight. “Um… sure.” I bite my lip as thoughts of Jett's strong, wide, naked chest with water slicing down…
He stands up, his hands sliding under my thighs as I wrap them around his waist.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll end up in the shower with you.” He taps my ass, and I drop my legs down. He spins me around, pushing me into the bathroom before closing the door behind him.
I have the world's quickest shower and jump out. Jett only has shampoo. Who doesn't have conditioner?
Wrapping a towel around my hair, I secure a second towel—that only just covers me—around my body. And that’s when I remember I didn't bring any clean clothes in here with me. The thought of putting on my dirty ones makes me shudder. My only option is to go out there, where Jett’s hungry eyes will devour me.
You can do this, go out there, grab your bags and come back. No eye contact. In and out.
I open the door and peek out. Not seeing him, I tiptoe, holding onto the towel just above my breasts. I cannot afford to lose this towel.
When I get to the sofa, I see the bags are not there. I spin around and don’t see any of them.
“Hey.”
I spin around, and Jett’s eyes drop down to my chest, then slowly down my legs and back up before they land on my face.
“I put your bags in my room. Thought they would be better in there.” He stays where he is, so I take a step forward and hear him groan before he walks quickly into the bathroom, slamming the door closed.
A smile forms on my face at the heat I felt coming from Jett. He makes me feel sexy in a way no one has before.
I find a pair of sleep shorts and a matching shirt and put them on. Then I find some strawberry lotion in one of the bags. I rest my foot on the bed and lather my leg up. When I’m on to the other leg, Jett walks in. I abruptly stop, frozen by the view in front of me. Wow! He only has on PJ pants. His feet and chest are bare. He’s drying his hair with a towel, and a few droplets of water that I