Suspicious Activities by Tyler Anne Snell

Author:Tyler Anne Snell [Snell, Tyler Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2016-08-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

As soon as Nikki’s lips pressed against Jackson’s, all bets were off. They crashed against each other like waves in a storm rolling over the ocean. Their bodies moved against each other, trying to get closer and closer but somehow never satisfied. Their tangle of limbs became even more so as they fell back against the couch, going horizontal without breaking contact.

Nikki wanted to keep it that way, but Jackson put his weight against just the wrong spot on her side. Unable to stop herself, Nikki cringed.

It was like someone had doused the man in cold water. Jackson immediately broke their kiss. He propped himself up on his elbows and knees, taking all pressure off while hovering over her. Jackson’s eyes were wide and concerned as he stared down into hers.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice husky. Again, just the sound of him sent a thrill through her. A desire she now knew she couldn’t simply ignore.

“It’s my side,” she said, voice also on the breathy side. Her lips tingled. She’d bet they were as red as Jackson’s. The man looked at her expectantly and she explained further. “Before you showed up last night, I tried to run from Dabney. When he pulled me back I slipped and landed hard.” She motioned to her left side. “It’s sore.”

Jackson moved his weight to his left elbow and side so he could take a better look. He then took his right hand and gently grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Without looking at her, he slowly moved the fabric up her side. Nikki sucked in a breath as the warmth of his hand trailed against her skin.

“Nikki, why didn’t you say anything?” he whispered. She raised her eyebrow at him. His tone had gone from a man fighting passion to one aching with concern. “This,” he answered, drawing her attention to her bare side.

She let out a gasp.

From next to her rib cage down to her jeans was one nasty-looking bruise, dark purples and blues. It was a wonder she hadn’t seen it while changing after lunch. “I didn’t know it was that ba—”

A knock pounded against the front door, interrupting her.

Jackson shared a look with her before he was up.

“Get in the bedroom,” he whispered, stabbing the air in that direction. If someone hadn’t been at the door, then that was exactly what she would have wanted to hear. As it was, she lowered her shirt and got up from the couch. Though she wouldn’t deny she was flustered as she followed his direction.

Moving quickly and quietly, she opened the bedroom door and stood just inside it. Her body tensed, readying for nothing, she hoped.

“Who is it?” Jackson called. She tried to remember if he had a peephole.

The response was immediate but muffled. Nikki edged out of the room and closer to the entryway.

“—was asked to check in on Miss Waters,” the man said. Jackson must have heard Nikki move. He turned to her.

“I don’t know a Miss Waters,” Jackson called back, still holding her stare.

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