16 Marsden Place by Rachel Brimble

Author:Rachel Brimble
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2013-05-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

JACK STRAIGHTENED AND SURVEYED HIS HANDIWORK. Two walls of shelving were complete and ready for merchandise. He looked at Sienna, and his body instantly responded. She’d twisted her ponytail up into a messy knot at the back of her head, revealing her slim neck and its perfect curve to her shoulders.

Despite the drop in temperature and the breeze coming through the windows, she’d lifted her T-shirt and knotted it beneath her full breasts. The sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin added to her sexiness. The blatant challenge made his jeans feel tight. Damn, she was good.

He smiled. Hadn’t he started this particular game? Maybe—and he’d make damn sure he finished the winner too.

“Ready to call it a day?” He kept his eyes on her as she lifted her head; the knife she used to cut open boxes glinted in her hand.

“Sure. I feel like I’ve gone ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.” She rubbed her free hand over the back of her neck.

“Then it’s time to close the door on this lot and start again tomorrow. We’ll have everything done and ready for your party in no time.”

She put the knife on top of a stack of boxes and came to stand beside him. When she placed her hand on the small of his back, Jack tensed. And when she smoothed it in a soft circular motion over and over, he nearly exploded. Electric. That was the word that popped into his mind as his skin burst with goose bumps and his cock pulsed.

He dipped his chin to her, and she stared up at him, her deep brown eyes shining. “You’re a good man,” she said. “Thank you.”

Jack swallowed against the dryness in his throat. “You’re welcome.”

He tried to look away, tried to refrain from touching his finger to her jaw, tried not to draw an invisible line from there to the curve of her neck down to her collarbones—but did it anyway. She shivered.

“Let’s go through to the back garden.” She tossed him a flirtatious glance from beneath lowered lashes before hurrying out of the door and into the hallway like she had power flames on her shoes.

Jack grinned. There was something entirely wrong but so damn right about spooking her. And she was spooked—no matter how hard she tried to hide it under her façade of self-control. He was a journalist. He’d seen through more practiced masks than hers.

With his heart beating hard and his libido working overtime, Jack gathered his tools and put them by the front door. Then he picked up the dirty paintbrush and tray and walked out of the room. When he reached the kitchen, it was empty. Heading for the sink, he ran the water and cleaned off as much paint as he could in case more touch-ups were needed in the morning.

The sink colored with diluted paint, and he watched it spiral down the drain, his mind filled with Sienna, his girls, and the whole new turn his life was taking.

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