Jax by Cristin Harber

Author:Cristin Harber
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, military romance, mc romance
Publisher: NLA Digital LLC
Published: 2017-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

The hotel room door clicked shut, and Seven turned to face him. "Welcome to my amazing Vegas suite."

She wasn't kidding. The view of the Vegas strip glowed, but he didn't care. "Looks good."

"You're not even looking around."

"Don't need to." He followed her, taking her hands and pulling her close.

Tension fizzed in the air. Jax would never call Seven nervous. But they were locked in private combat; they'd skirted from flirty to turned on, skated to intense, and parted while he was slammed with an emotional tsunami. She reacted as though she could read him, and for a man who prided himself on an impenetrable wall built high around himself, maybe he was the one unnerved. Either way, he was intoxicated, having nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the carefree way she let her laughs fly into the night and the giving way she tried to soothe him, having no idea how he was wounded.

"What was going on back there?" Seven's words were quiet. Her delivery was smooth and sincere enough that it was as if each syllable walked a tight rope and one false move would pop their connection.

"This isn't fragile." He gestured between them. "If you think you might say the wrong thing, the bubble isn't going to pop."

Her long lashes framed deep blue eyes. "I want to know what you talked about."

And Jax knew she would ask. He'd all but asked her to ask again. Talking with Jared made Jax feel more sober, though it wasn't as though remembered pain could negate alcohol in his blood. "We were following up on a job that went bad."

"Bad, how?"

"Someone died. It was a bloody fucking mess." He'd never looked at another bride, never seen another wedding, without an immense amount of pain and misery—except Ryder and Victoria's wedding. Jax ran his hand through his hair, trying to recall the buzzed memories. He'd wanted to see Seven. Before the plane was wheels down in Iowa, he knew he was going to proposition her.

"I'm sorry." She leaned into him, the nurturing side of her taking charge. "What do you need, Jax? To be alone? To be with me?"

That wasn't a characteristic he was typically attracted to in a woman, but maybe it was the pink hair. Seven was a list of things that should never turn him on, but there was only one answer to her question. "Definitely to be with you."

"Good." She nuzzled against him. "Are we still having fun?"

He draped his arms around her. "I am."

Seven kept her cheek against his chest. "You're more subdued."

He laughed silently at the spinning ballerina curled against his chest calling him subdued. "True enough."

Her loose hold squeezed into a careful hug, lingering long after he answered. "We could watch a movie or just go to sleep."

"Hmm." He let her lean against him as his hands slowly ran over her skin. "Do you want to sleep?"

She shook her head then eased back, hooking her hands around his neck and letting him support her.

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