beneath his steady gaze. Each button was a choice that I couldn’t walk away
from. It didn’t matter.
After the last button, I slipped my hands beneath the cotton cloth, parting
it so I could drag my fingers over the strong contours of his chest and around
to his back. I pressed forward with my whole body, feeling his skin at last
against my own in the space where his shirt was opened.
Warmth flowed between us like rays of the sun emerging from the clouds.
My breath turned shallow, and I lifted my mouth to his.
A knock sounded from the door. My heart stopped, and suddenly, Jaxson
and I were standing five feet apart. Had he pushed back from me, or had I
pushed away from him?
It had better not have been him. Not again. Not like the last time. The
shame. The embarrassment. The regret.
But this time, the only thing in his eyes was shock. Perhaps frustration.
He glanced up and down at me and almost smiled.
The knock came again. “Jax?”
It was Sam.
My brain started working again, and I snatched my towel off the ground.
The only thing I had under my makeshift robe of shadows was flesh, and it
was suddenly very drafty in the penthouse.
There was no way around it. Sam was going to give us hell.
I pulled the towel tightly around me like a suit of armor. Jaxson paused at
the door while he buttoned his shirt. He didn’t meet my eyes.
What had I been thinking? Jaxson fucking Laurent? Attracted to a
werewolf? It was madness.
This is your doing, you hussy, I thought furiously at my wolf.
Nope. That was all you, you horny harlot.
I gasped at the foul-mouthed and foul-minded wolf.
Jaxson raised an eyebrow at my outburst, and I shook my head.
Swallowing hard, I let a long litany of denials flood into my mind. I was