Jax leaned back against the counter. “Are we alone, Miss Madison?”
The vital organ in my chest pulsated out of control when I looked at those sky-blue eyes. We were, in fact, alone, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to throw me against the refrigerator and let his fingers do the walking, or if my nerves would have me sprinting towards Highway 370.
His stare was making me melty, and it was all I could do not to go all slack-jawed and drool.
He stood, and I jumped as if I were facing down a dangerous animal in its natural habitat.
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “How about we do a little fly fishing?”
Sigh. His ability to read me was spot on.
Twenty minutes later, we were standing next to the river as Jax dropped a bucket of bait at the shore while I pulled on a fishing bib.
“It’s your dad’s, and it looks way too big.”
“I’ll be fine, really.”
He tugged on my strap to tighten it, giving me an opportunity to fully take him in. So damn sexy.
He jumped into his fishing bib before we got our worms on our hooks and waded out from the shore.
“The current is fast. Stay close, okay?”
I cast my line, noticing how the fall sunshine made the yellow cottonwood leaves twinkle in the light.
We stood silently for a few minutes, and I watched him cast his line before he smiled back at me. Ugh.
I squealed when I felt a tug on my line. “I got something!”
I took a few steps and tripped over a rock under the water. As I leaned forward to catch my balance, freezing river water poured into my fishing bibs. I attempted to take a step, but they were so heavy I fell face first in the water.
Within seconds, Jax pulled the straps of my bibs and got me on my feet. The sound of his roaring laughter penetrated my water-logged ears. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, grateful I hadn’t inhaled very much water. “I think so.” My teeth started chattering.
“Come on.”
I nodded as he pulled me by my shoulder straps to the shore. Once on solid ground, he helped me out of my water-filled fishing overalls just as the shivering kicked in.
“Well, this could go down as the quickest fishing excursion ever.”
He grabbed our poles and then my hand. “Come on, we’ll get you warmed up.”
We walked to his house, my teeth chattering uncontrollably. Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and turned back to me.
“Put your arms up.”
My blood ran hot as I lifted my arms over my head, and he pulled off my soaking sweater and tee before letting them drop to the floor. His eyes met mine while he unbuttoned my jeans, pushed them down, and I stepped out, wearing only a light pink pair of panties and bra. Light steam filled the room as his hungry eyes ran down my body.
“You get in and warm up. I’ll go change.” He took a step back, but I caught his shirt with my hand.
“No.”
I tugged his shirt, and he held his arms up to aid me in getting it off of him. I lifted it as far as I could reach before he whipped it off and tossed it to the ground. He stood still while my hands caressed and learned those abdominal muscles, and my lips traveled his chest. His orgasmic cologne hit my nose, and I reflexively breathed him in, my fingers dropping lower to the waistline of his jeans.
His kiss was erotically slow and passionate, but I needed more of him. His hands found my ass and squeezed before they traveled slowly up my back to my bra. I sucked in my breath as he took my lower lip between his teeth while unclasping it.
Lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist, he carried me into the shower. The steamy, hot water streamed down our bodies, making his muscles glisten.
