Jack Who? (Book 1 Draft Version)

PART TWO~CHAPTER : 5

The cue could not have been better, even if this were some crazy sitcom. Jack's legs, which of course now I recognized immediately, came into view. Then, the black boxer briefs. Normally, these sights would have my heart pounding for a completely different reason then the fibrillation of these past moments. But, at this moment, even his bare chest, bright muscled arms, and dark stubbly face barely registered on my libido Richter.

An intimate smile curved his lips as he took in my appearance. As he crossed the kitchen I softly complained, “My clothes are still in the car...”

“Yeah,” he rumbled. “I didn't think you would be needing them until tomorrow...”

Knowing we had an audience, my face flamed at his sexy comeback. With the lightening speed of earlier on the guitar, his hand moved intending to pull apart my towel, but I caught the cover.

“Stop!” While holding towel to me, I didn't have enough hands to stop his roaming ones from seeking what they wanted. “Jack, stop!”

His fingers chastely dropped to my waist as his lips dropped to mine, and he mumbled, “Really? Stop?” Bewildered brown eyes stared longingly into mine.

“Why didn't you tell me Dax lives here?”

“What?!” Dark and dilated with desire, his eyes squinted, sliding over my face searching for some reason in my accusatory words.

“I didn't know Dax was here in the house. You could have said something.”

“Okay. I'm sorry, Mariss...” Honing in on my distress, the apology came easily from his heart, turning mine to mush. Seeing, yet again, that my mood could have such an effect on him was calming. As I basked in this assurance of his love, his temper flared. The gentle probe of his gaze turned suspicious. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened.” Dax popped up from the couch, his gaze never leaving Jack's face, as he balled up the blanket. “She didn't know I was on the couch, and it freaked her out.” Respectfully keeping his eyes from me, Dax apologized, “Sorry.”

Dax passed under the arch into the hall, and the close of a door echoed.

“So that's it? That's what happened?” Jealousy lit Jack's eyes, but his tone was light.

“Isn't that enough?”

“Dax has a bedroom down here. Next to the studio. It's just easier. You will see. There is no eight to five in the music business, and it is better to have him close.” Jack sounded as if he were trying to convince me, as if I could veto the matter and cause a huge inconvenience.

Could I? Did I have that power as his future wife? To say what went on in this house--beginning now?

“I don't care if he lives here. I just didn't know, and it was embarrassing...”

“I'm sorry. I didn't think about it.” Jack was moving in close again, and my stomach fluttered, as always, when his head dipped. Instead of going for my lips, his kiss seared the sensitive skin of my neck. “You want your clothes now or later?” Fingers trailed up the ultra erogenous skin of my thigh foraging under the towel as his tongue teased my neck.

At this rate, I was never going to get my luggage.

My hands were splayed on his chest to steady myself, although situated as I was, between him and the pantry, with one of his knees riding high between mine, I was in no danger of becoming physically unbalanced.

The unbalancing was all mental.

My focus, or lack of it, was on the vaulted beams of the ceiling as his lips moved from my neck to collarbone. In an effort to gain some type of control, I weakly let my hands slide to the one article of clothing covering him and evened the playing field by dipping beneath the elastic band.