Nailed It by Cindi Madsen

Author:Cindi Madsen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Amara, contemporary, contemporary romance, romance, BFF’s brother; best friend's brother, enemies to lovers; reunited lovers, romantic comedy, comedy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Select Contemporary)
Published: 2017-09-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Five days.

Five freaking long, frustrating days since I’d had sex. Three of which (since that was when Jackson made his ridiculous official-date decree) I’d done everything in my power to get him to break. I’d worn my skimpiest outfits to work in, like the daisy dukes I’d unearthed in my high school dresser and was slightly embarrassed to be currently rocking. Which meant I had paint everywhere, and thanks to yesterday’s halter top, I also had a scratch on my back from an old nail. If I didn’t die from sex depravation, tetanus would get me for sure.

If I’d known on Monday night that it would be the last action I’d see for a while, I would’ve…I don’t know. Gone for round three before letting him leave? Mentally and physically prepared myself?

When I went to check on the status of the living room floor, I found Jackson covered in a sheen of sweat and man glitter. The buzz of the saw fired up as he placed the edge of a wooden floorboard plank on the cutting table. As he pushed it through, that man glitter flew everywhere and the muscles in his arms flexed and bulged.

My mouth watered; my knees trembled. It was one thing to go through a drought, but it was another when you could see the physical overabundance of exactly what you needed as you were dying of thirst.

The buzz of the saw died as Jackson lifted the piece to admire his work. That strong line of his back showed through his T-shirt, and his faded Levis hugged his ass just right, and suddenly my mind was so far in the gutter I no longer knew which way was up, but I definitely needed some air.

Deciding I wasn’t ready for this interaction, I quickly backtracked. Only my eyes lingered on his body, which meant I rammed mine into the archway. “Ouch!”

Jackson casually glanced back at me. “Hey, Ivy. You okay?” he asked, way too much taunting in his voice and the curve of his smile.

I crossed my arms, ready to let him have it, and his eyes snagged on the ample amount of cleavage my low-cut tank-top displayed. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and I reached up and rubbed my hand across my collarbone. “My goodness, it’s hot in here.”

Every muscle in his body tensed, and the line of his jaw tightened. Then his features sharpened, and he looked at me like I was his prey.

Come on, big boy. Go ahead and try to catch me. I want you to.

“You know what? It is.” Jackson gripped the hem of his shirt, and my heart skipped a beat. One slow, delicious-yet-torturous inch at a time, he peeled off his shirt. He tossed it aside and then flashed me a smile. “Benefits of being a dude.”

He went back to his task, resting the floorboard against the other one and nudging it into place, and without his shirt in the way, I could see the way every muscle worked, and damn did they work.

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