Chapter Fourteen
Shay
“This.”
The moment Jackson said that single word, he tugged lightly at the tie on my blouse. The top fell open, and he dipped his head, placing a kiss right between the valley of my breasts.
That single kiss was so hot, it radiated through my entire body, pinwheels of sensation spinning wildly and sending tingles straight through me.
When I came home tonight and saw him standing barefoot in the kitchen, in nothing but a pair of jeans, his glorious chest bare for me to see, I nearly melted on the spot. Perhaps the only thing that prevented it was the many lectures I’d given myself periodically over the last few days in his absence. I’d reminded myself of all the reasons why it probably wasn’t smart—in fact, it was incredibly stupid—to want him this much.
Yet, my
