dress.
The motion must’ve knocked her off-balance, because the next thing he knew, she was in his arms. Her ample chest was crushed against the hard planes of his abs, and the sensation of the weight of her body caused another area farther south to grow even harder than it had already been.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath at the state of his obvious arousal.
“Sorry!” Jane began scrambling to get out of his arms. She pushed off him with her arms and attempted to regain her footing.
Apparently, his body translated her actions as a full-body lap dance, because his situation down south grew more evident by the second.
Tightening his grip on her was on purpose. One, he didn’t want her to hurt herself, and she was definitely not on solid ground yet. Two, he needed her to stop wiggling around or he was going to need to stop by his house to change his clothes. Three, he was almost positive that, if she continued wriggling, the already plunging neckline on that dress was going to expose a hell of a lot more than the mouth-watering cleavage it was currently putting on display.
It had taken him a good forty-eight hours to stop sporting constant wood after he’d gotten a peek at the black lace undies she’d been wearing under her split slacks. If she had a Janet Jackson wardrobe-malfunction moment, he might be facing a permanent-chub future.
“No. It’s fine. You’re fine.” He tried to not let any emotion beyond confident assurance bleed through.
The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was cursing because of her . It wasn’t her fault that, for the past week—hell, if he was being honest, the past month—he’d been thinking of them being like this, except a lot more naked.
Unfortunately, his words didn’t have the desired effect. Actually, they had the exact opposite. Instead of relaxing, she worked harder to extract herself from his hold.
“I didn’t mean to… I just slipped… I’m sorry… I just…”
“Jane.” Her name came out much more forcibly than he’d intended it to. It sounded more like a command than anything else.
His comforting words had sent her into more of a panic. But at the harsh bark of her name, she stilled completely. Well, except for her chest rising and falling against him in labored pants.
Adam gazed down at her, and what he saw caused his erection to grow even more painfully hard. His arms encircling her small frame. Her body pressing firmly against his. Her hair falling over her bare shoulders. Her large caramel-colored eyes gazing up at him under a bed of dark lashes. And her full, shiny, red lips slightly parted. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And the rightest thing he’d ever felt.
She fit in his arms. He didn’t know how else to explain it except to say that she felt right. Their bodies seamlessly molded together like adjoining pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
That feeling was the equivalent of touching a hot stove. He needed to get away from it. So he gripped Jane’s slender arms, lifting her up and away from him and setting her down on steady feet. Taking a step back, he ran his fingers through his hair.
Confusion swam in Jane’s light golden eyes. As much as his instinct was telling him to comfort her, to explain that his actions had nothing to do with her—well, other than the fact that it was her effect on him that made him feel so out of control—trying to explain it, even to himself, didn’t make any sense.
So, instead of addressing the obvious tension between them—that, on his part, was one hundred percent sexual—he simply asked, “Are you ready to go, or did you need a few minutes?”
Confusion quickly morphed into surprise. She blinked and her eyes widened. “You don’t have to… We don’t have to go… We can just…”
As much as Adam didn’t want to admit it, even Jane’s stammering was beginning to read as sexy to him. It always seemed cute, but now, it had graduated to adorably sexy.
Shit.
Again, his
The motion must’ve knocked her off-balance, because the next thing he knew, she was in his arms. Her ample chest was crushed against the hard planes of his abs, and the sensation of the weight of her body caused another area farther south to grow even harder than it had already been.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath at the state of his obvious arousal.
“Sorry!” Jane began scrambling to get out of his arms. She pushed off him with her arms and attempted to regain her footing.
Apparently, his body translated her actions as a full-body lap dance, because his situation down south grew more evident by the second.
Tightening his grip on her was on purpose. One, he didn’t want her to hurt herself, and she was definitely not on solid ground yet. Two, he needed her to stop wiggling around or he was going to need to stop by his house to change his clothes. Three, he was almost positive that, if she continued wriggling, the already plunging neckline on that dress was going to expose a hell of a lot more than the mouth-watering cleavage it was currently putting on display.
It had taken him a good forty-eight hours to stop sporting constant wood after he’d gotten a peek at the black lace undies she’d been wearing under her split slacks. If she had a Janet Jackson wardrobe-malfunction moment, he might be facing a permanent-chub future.
“No. It’s fine. You’re fine.” He tried to not let any emotion beyond confident assurance bleed through.
The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was cursing because of her . It wasn’t her fault that, for the past week—hell, if he was being honest, the past month—he’d been thinking of them being like this, except a lot more naked.
Unfortunately, his words didn’t have the desired effect. Actually, they had the exact opposite. Instead of relaxing, she worked harder to extract herself from his hold.
“I didn’t mean to… I just slipped… I’m sorry… I just…”
“Jane.” Her name came out much more forcibly than he’d intended it to. It sounded more like a command than anything else.
His comforting words had sent her into more of a panic. But at the harsh bark of her name, she stilled completely. Well, except for her chest rising and falling against him in labored pants.
Adam gazed down at her, and what he saw caused his erection to grow even more painfully hard. His arms encircling her small frame. Her body pressing firmly against his. Her hair falling over her bare shoulders. Her large caramel-colored eyes gazing up at him under a bed of dark lashes. And her full, shiny, red lips slightly parted. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. And the rightest thing he’d ever felt.
She fit in his arms. He didn’t know how else to explain it except to say that she felt right. Their bodies seamlessly molded together like adjoining pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
That feeling was the equivalent of touching a hot stove. He needed to get away from it. So he gripped Jane’s slender arms, lifting her up and away from him and setting her down on steady feet. Taking a step back, he ran his fingers through his hair.
Confusion swam in Jane’s light golden eyes. As much as his instinct was telling him to comfort her, to explain that his actions had nothing to do with her—well, other than the fact that it was her effect on him that made him feel so out of control—trying to explain it, even to himself, didn’t make any sense.
So, instead of addressing the obvious tension between them—that, on his part, was one hundred percent sexual—he simply asked, “Are you ready to go, or did you need a few minutes?”
Confusion quickly morphed into surprise. She blinked and her eyes widened. “You don’t have to… We don’t have to go… We can just…”
As much as Adam didn’t want to admit it, even Jane’s stammering was beginning to read as sexy to him. It always seemed cute, but now, it had graduated to adorably sexy.
Shit.
Again, his
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