Jinxed by Inez Kelley Page A

Jinx had eaten his Wheaties along with that toast this morning because tonight she planned to give him an erotic workout.
     
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    Shoulder pressed to the doorframe of the laundry-slash-mudroom, arms folded in peaceful contemplation, Jinx watched Frannie. Oblivious to his return, she lay flat on her back on his island countertop. Her knees bent, one delicate foot bounced in rhythm as she softly, and off key, sang along with her iPod. First she sang “Sweet Home Alabama”. When she broke into a chorus of “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-A-Lot he fought a laugh. He liked Frannie when she was being silly. Unguarded, she had no inhibitions and held nothing back, letting the music dictate her actions. Her butt wiggled and her shoulders shimmied in a private horizontal dance. With a low chuckle, he kicked off his shoes and tiptoed toward her. He crept beside her and grabbed her knee.
    Frannie let out a strangled cry, kicked out and her heel connected solidly with his nose. Head knocked back, Jinx saw the blood fly before searing pain darkened his vision.
    “Damn! Frannie, it’s me.”
    “Oh my Gawd, don’t do that!” She ripped the earphones from her ears and jumped off the counter, her face a curious mixture of shame, irritation and concern.
    “Don’t do what, bleed on the floor?” His sarcasm was muffled by the hands cupped against his nose. He reached for a paper towel but Frannie was faster. A dishcloth lay on the counter. She snatched it and pressed it to his face then guided him to the barstool. With her hand behind his neck, she tilted his head back. His pain ebbed away but her outrage was still vibrant.
    “What in the hell were you thinking? Never sneak up on a woman like that. We freak out.”
    “No shit,” he sneered.
    Her lip curled sarcastically upward and she pushed on the cloth harder. The sharp stabbing pain returned and his eyes watered. “Ow! Are you trying to break my nose?”
    “Sorry.”
    Through blurry eyes, he saw her face soften. Her fingers left his neck and stroked his hair above his collar. The feel of her touch, caring and soothing, distracted him, removed the sting. It made him feel cherished, special and totally loved. At this moment, every smidgeon of her attention was focused on him. The simple act touched him in a powerful way and was worth every drop of blood.
    After a peek beneath the dish cloth, she smiled. “It’s stopped bleeding. Let’s see it.”
    Jinx pulled the cloth away. She stared, turning her head this way and that, looking at him from all angles. Water rushed with a loud echo in the still room as she wet the cloth corner and wiped at his sticky nose and lip.
    “There. The blood’s all gone. It doesn’t look broken. How does it feel?”
    “Fine.” He swallowed, unable to say more. Curling his hands around her hips, he pulled her to stand between his knees.
    She laid the bloodied towel aside and circled his neck with her arms. “I’m sorry. You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in and just lashed out.”
    “That’s the second time you have drawn blood.” His chest rumbled with the depth of his voice and he cocked one eyebrow. “Don’t you want to kiss and make it better?”
    With a small exasperated shake of her head, she smiled and leaned toward him. Her lips grazed the tip of his nose. He pulled her close and took her mouth in his.
    As he drank in the taste of her kisses, his cock leapt into awareness. Last night she had tempted him, teased him, taunted him. If the damned phone hadn’t rung, he would have pulled her panties aside and buried himself inside her. When she slid away, his libido had roared in protest. She had wanted him as much as he wanted her. He could feel it. Taste it. Smell it.
    Just the feel of her firm breasts touching his chest now did amazing things to him. Her fingers in his hair felt like tiny electric currents, zapping him, sending shockwaves down his spine. Her tongue skated across his teeth before diving into his mouth. After