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dare?
She did. Her fingers brushed his skin, grazed over the stubble of his jaw to cup his cheek in her palm.
Wyatt’s gaze sharpened at the contact, his eyes cleared and focused back on her.
“Never mind that,” he said, shaking his head. “The point is, I don’t waste a second in this life. It’s the only one I’ve got. I aim to make it count. I go after what I want, Jinx. I don’t let other people’s rules or expectations get in my way.”
“No?” she said. “So, Jack, if he doesn’t want us involved?”
“Fuck him. What’s he going to do? Fire me? I’m family. Fire you? Never.”
“What about…” she began, ready to offer up her staff and her professional reputation as further barriers to their involvement. Excuses, all of it. She knew that. But something about this man made her want to drown, to lose herself in his touch, his words, his kiss.
Scary.
Wyatt’s hands slid over her shoulders, and up her neck, tangling in her hair.
“Let me be plain,” he said, pinning her in his gaze. “I want you. I want to fill my hands up with your curves. I want to feel you writhing under me, feel your skin hot and sweaty against mine, feel you clench around me when you come. And when you scream my name, I’ll feel that too, because I’ll take it, my name from your lips, every time you say it, again and again and again—”
Her breath hitched sharply, and she whispered it like an involuntary reflex, his name, coming out in a rush so urgent and strange that the sound of her own voice took her by surprise.
“Wyatt.”
He kissed her, his lips on hers before she’d finished speaking.
Hot. Firm. Demanding. Wyatt’s tongue swept over the seam of her lips, and she yielded, melting into the kiss, drowning…drowning…
He pulled away first, rested his forehead against hers and took her hands, weaving their fingers together.
“I want to drown in you,” he said, as if he’d just read her thoughts.
This time, she stopped breathing completely.
“Just yes or no Jinx.” His voice was soft, almost pleading. “No more sparring. Yes or no.”
Jinx stared down at their hands, her gaze tracing the strong lines of the fingers that held hers. Firm. Steady.
She sighed deeply, and lifted her gaze to meet his. There were half a dozen reasons more she could offer to stall this moment, but as her mind worked to summon them, the excuses flew away, one word alone left in their place.
“Yes,” she said, and he kissed her again.
Chapter Seven
H e could have kissed her for hours, lost years of his life and all sanity, willingly, just reveling in the taste of those sweet warm lips against his.
Something crackled loudly at his hip and then buzzed.
“What the fu—” They broke apart and Wyatt stepped back to unclip the radio from his belt. He grinned at Jinx. “For a second I thought you’d Tasered me again.”
“Well it crossed my mind.” Jinx smirked, and smoothed her hair back into place.
Damn. That was sexy. She was so tough, so together, so determined to be in control at all times that the sight of her disheveled, lips swollen from his kisses, hair mussed from his hands, that was a hell of a turn on.
I did that .
“Listen,” he said. “That buzz was for me. I gotta go, and I bet you’ve gotta get ready for your nudie show.”
“Demonstration.” Jinx sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Point is…” He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. “I intend to pick this up again later.”
“Okay,” Jinx said softly. “Tonight.”
Wyatt smiled, dipped his head for one last kiss, took her hand, and escorted her back through the busy club to the long hallway that led to the employee lockers and Glow’s staff offices.
“Aiko’s here,” he said as they stopped outside Jinx’s office. “She’s going to help me with some techy things tonight, so she’ll need access to your office.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.” Jinx leaned against the
She did. Her fingers brushed his skin, grazed over the stubble of his jaw to cup his cheek in her palm.
Wyatt’s gaze sharpened at the contact, his eyes cleared and focused back on her.
“Never mind that,” he said, shaking his head. “The point is, I don’t waste a second in this life. It’s the only one I’ve got. I aim to make it count. I go after what I want, Jinx. I don’t let other people’s rules or expectations get in my way.”
“No?” she said. “So, Jack, if he doesn’t want us involved?”
“Fuck him. What’s he going to do? Fire me? I’m family. Fire you? Never.”
“What about…” she began, ready to offer up her staff and her professional reputation as further barriers to their involvement. Excuses, all of it. She knew that. But something about this man made her want to drown, to lose herself in his touch, his words, his kiss.
Scary.
Wyatt’s hands slid over her shoulders, and up her neck, tangling in her hair.
“Let me be plain,” he said, pinning her in his gaze. “I want you. I want to fill my hands up with your curves. I want to feel you writhing under me, feel your skin hot and sweaty against mine, feel you clench around me when you come. And when you scream my name, I’ll feel that too, because I’ll take it, my name from your lips, every time you say it, again and again and again—”
Her breath hitched sharply, and she whispered it like an involuntary reflex, his name, coming out in a rush so urgent and strange that the sound of her own voice took her by surprise.
“Wyatt.”
He kissed her, his lips on hers before she’d finished speaking.
Hot. Firm. Demanding. Wyatt’s tongue swept over the seam of her lips, and she yielded, melting into the kiss, drowning…drowning…
He pulled away first, rested his forehead against hers and took her hands, weaving their fingers together.
“I want to drown in you,” he said, as if he’d just read her thoughts.
This time, she stopped breathing completely.
“Just yes or no Jinx.” His voice was soft, almost pleading. “No more sparring. Yes or no.”
Jinx stared down at their hands, her gaze tracing the strong lines of the fingers that held hers. Firm. Steady.
She sighed deeply, and lifted her gaze to meet his. There were half a dozen reasons more she could offer to stall this moment, but as her mind worked to summon them, the excuses flew away, one word alone left in their place.
“Yes,” she said, and he kissed her again.
Chapter Seven
H e could have kissed her for hours, lost years of his life and all sanity, willingly, just reveling in the taste of those sweet warm lips against his.
Something crackled loudly at his hip and then buzzed.
“What the fu—” They broke apart and Wyatt stepped back to unclip the radio from his belt. He grinned at Jinx. “For a second I thought you’d Tasered me again.”
“Well it crossed my mind.” Jinx smirked, and smoothed her hair back into place.
Damn. That was sexy. She was so tough, so together, so determined to be in control at all times that the sight of her disheveled, lips swollen from his kisses, hair mussed from his hands, that was a hell of a turn on.
I did that .
“Listen,” he said. “That buzz was for me. I gotta go, and I bet you’ve gotta get ready for your nudie show.”
“Demonstration.” Jinx sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. Point is…” He cupped her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips. “I intend to pick this up again later.”
“Okay,” Jinx said softly. “Tonight.”
Wyatt smiled, dipped his head for one last kiss, took her hand, and escorted her back through the busy club to the long hallway that led to the employee lockers and Glow’s staff offices.
“Aiko’s here,” he said as they stopped outside Jinx’s office. “She’s going to help me with some techy things tonight, so she’ll need access to your office.”
“Of course. Whatever you need.” Jinx leaned against the
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