Middle of Knight by Jewel E. Ann

Author:Jewel E. Ann [Ann, Jewel E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Thriller
ISBN: 9780996156479
Publisher: Jewel E. Ann
Published: 2015-10-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Even under the lightly numbing veil of Sangria, Ryn felt something so different about the way Jackson looked at her. His eyes filled with desire and something else. That something else happened in the extra few seconds his gaze lingered before he touched her. It felt as though he disappeared and in the next breath when he returned, his face lit up with an emotion that looked like gratitude. But for what?

Her nerves were a ticking clock so she took his hand and led him upstairs, commanding Gunner to stay downstairs. When she released his hand and turned, he leaned against the shut door, arms crossed over his chest. The heat in his eyes lit a fire in her belly and a bit lower too.

“Let me see everywhere you don’t have a tattoo.”

His words could not have been more sobering, evaporating any residual alcohol from her bloodstream.

“I-I don’t have any tattoos.”

“Show me.”

Her shirt had stayed on when he fucked her against the refrigerator. Maybe the lingerie statement had been misleading. She imagined them in her bed, under the covers, lights off.

Motioning to the wall next to him, she nodded. “Shut the light off.”

A clenching, nauseating feeling knotted in her stomach as he shook his head.

“I’m … well … I’m ten years older than you and my body shows it. And you …” She wrung her hands together feeling an inch tall for being so self-conscious. Jackson Knight wasn’t just ten years younger, he represented the pinnacle of physical perfection at any age.

“On our first date I told you someday I’d tell you what makes a man sexy. Remember?”

She nodded. Her reference that day was to him. The point being that nothing made him that way … he just simply was sexy.

“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you that what makes me sexy in your eyes is the desire you see in mine.”

After a deep breath, she fought through her insecurities and unbuttoned her blouse with shaky hands. He just stood there, watching her undress, watching her fall apart from the inside out. One man made her feel like a hundred sets of eyes seeing her in her most vulnerable state.

Shirt. Skirt. Borderline tears.

But tears weren’t sexy. Never had a guy asked her to strip for him. She wanted to be sexy, confident, and worthy of that look in his eyes.

“Keep going.”

Even her lips quivered as she bit them together and nodded once.

Thong. Knees ready to give out.

Bra. Eyes cast downward, blinking back tears of fear.

His feet came into view as she held her breath.

“Look at me.”

One agonizing inch at a time she lifted her chin. That look, that something, met her gaze.

“That desire in my eyes … it’s you.”

It was a dream. One she hoped to believe someday.

“Now take off my clothes.”

Standing, even just breathing, proved to be difficult. Undressing him felt impossible.

“Why me?” she whispered with raw honesty.

He tipped her chin up with his finger then brushed his thumb along her lower lip. “Because you matter.”

What did that mean? Had no one mattered before her? Impossible.

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