Jackson's cell chimed an incoming text. He pried his eyes open.
Ava was sprawled over his chest, her cheek right over his heart. One of his hands was fisted in her hair and the other cupped her bottom in possession.
He drew in a deep breath, inhaling her linen scent mixed with his and was oddly comforted.
The second time in as many nights he'd shared a bed with her. Getting to be a habit.
His cell chimed again from his pants pocket somewhere on the floor. To hell with it. He was fine right where he was.
Ava's soft breath brushed over his skin in a caress. He instinctively tugged her closer.
"Are you going to check your phone?"
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Wasn't planning on it, no."
She smiled against his flesh. "It could be of great importance."
So was his growing
