He shakes his head and huffs out a little, breathy laugh of relief as his shoulders relax.
“You seriously sounded upset. Yes, I have extra shirts.”
Jaxon stands from the chair, having chosen it versus getting the bed wet from his rain-soaked clothes, and walks over to his things. He pulls out a plain white tee and hands it over to me.
“Thanks.”
I quickly retreat into the bathroom and slip the shirt on. It even smells like him. When I step back out, he’s already stripped his shirt off, and damn those jeans are slung low. I gulp, staring at his cut lines disappearing into the wet pants. Wet pants. He’s got to be dying to get out of them. I clear my throat and move over for him to pass through. He slows as he walks past.
“That looks much better on you than it does on me.” I look over my shoulder to watch his eyes checking out the view of me in his shirt from the back. It barely passes my ass, so I’m going to have to make sure I don’t let it ride up. His eyes flick to mine for a few seconds, and I feel the temperature in the room rise hotter than my flipping shower just was. I see the corner of his lips tug as if he’s fighting back a smile before he disappears behind the door.
The shower kicks back on, and I force myself to get comfy on the bed and put lotion on my legs before he comes back out. I start flipping through the movies playing and seeTwisteris on. It’s one of my faves, and it just started. Hot diggity dog. I’m finishing up slathering on my vanilla lotion when he steps out ofthe bathroom. Damn, he was quick, and double damn, he’s only in his boxer briefs.
“Would you prefer I wear a shirt to bed?”
Absolutely not.
“No, you’re fine.”
He smirks at my comment.
“I mean, it’s fine.”
“What are we watching?” He grabs the snacks and the sodas, bringing them over to crawl in bed next to me. I inhale his freshly washed skin while trying not to look weird about it.It's so good.“Ooh,Twister. I love this movie.”
“Right?”
Holding up the two different sodas, he lets me choose. He puts the snacks in the middle, refusing to take first pick. I snag the cheese crackers and a chocolate bar. We munch in what's mostly silence as we watch and chuckle along with the scenes Melissa, the therapist, gets calls from Julie. When thunder cracks outside our window and makes the lamp next to his side of the bed flicker, I squeal, and Jaxon reaches out and grabs my very naked thigh.
“Just thunder…” he says as the sirens go off on the TV, the tornado about ready to rip through the drive-in theatre screen. But he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at his hand, mostly strangled between my thighs. His thumb grazes the skin lightly, and I can see him warring with the idea that he should pull away. I don’t want him to pull away either.
“Your skin is so soft,” he mutters, transfixed by the motion of his thumb. Somehow, I’m just noticing how close he is. I practically jumped on top of him. I gulp, not knowing what to say in return.
“Must be my lotion,” I answer stupidly. Another peal of thunder sounds, and the lights and TV go out.
“Oh hell,” he mutters. The lights and show flick back on.
“You can go ahead and leave the light off. Feels more spooky.”
Jaxon smirks and stands, going over to put the chain on the door and make sure it’s locked.
“You think you can handle ‘more spooky’?” he asks as he moves the snacks and drinks to the nightstand. Flicking off the lamp, he climbs under the covers, lifting them so I can crawl under too. We’re in the middle, and I feel his pinky rubbing up against mine. The tension is back in the air, and I try to break it.
“Are we watching a scary movie next?”
“I’m game if you are.”
“We’ll have to see what there is after this.”
“Deal.”
“In spite of all the rain, this was kind of fun.”
“I told you, it was an adventure.”
“Hmm…” I answer thoughtfully, not moving my hand when his pinky wraps around mine. He's watching the TV, but he doesn't look like he's actually paying any attention.
“You smell like fucking cupcakes,” he mutters, and I stifle my laugh between pressed lips.