seemingly unconcerned about her nakedness, which had him hard as steel all over again.
He watched, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as she dried off quickly and threw on some jeans and a sweater.
“Will you be home for dinner?” he asked, before he could think better of it. That was a question a mate would ask, not a friend, and he wondered if she’d call him on it.
“As far as I know,” she said slowly, meeting his gaze. “Why?”
Why, indeed?
“The chef is making lamb tonight. I know you like it, so I was just wondering.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but wanted to kick himself for making things awkward between them already. He was going to have to work on his post-sex banter if he had any hope of making this a regular thing. And, damn, did he want this to be a regular thing.
Chandra chewed her bottom lip and shuffled from foot to foot in silence for a moment before answering. “Lamb sounds good. I’ll…uh, see you then.” Pink-cheeked, she waved in his general direction and then spun around and rushed out of the barn like someone was chasing her.
He was still cursing himself when he climbed into his car a few minutes later. The key to this whole kingdom was going to be making sure their friendship didn’t suffer. The second that started to happen, they’d need to re-evaluate, and frankly, he didn’t want to re-evaluate.
He wanted it all.
His cake while he ate it. Searingly hot sex with Chandra whenever they chose, and their fun, teasing closeness the rest of the time. He’d considered asking her to go with him to get Ryan, wanting to prolong their time together, but what he really needed was some space from her. Away from her scent, and her voice, and those eyes that sucked him in.
Things between them had been even hotter than he’d expected. They’d fit together like a hand in a glove, and now thoughts were plaguing him that shouldn’t be. This was sex, flat out. A release of tension. Some good times between friends. He wasn’t ready for a relationship, that was for damned sure.
So then why did he miss her already?
Chapter Five
As Chandra left the barn, she did her level best to keep her shit together. The fact that Jax hadn’t asked her to go along to pick up Ryan him had stung a little, but it was what she’d expected from him. He obviously wanted to make a point that this was going to be exactly what he’d said. Friends with benefits.
It was behavior afterwards had been flat out confounding. He’d seemed so eager to find out if she’d be around later that evening, and so focused in on her. Kind of like high school boy with a crush, which was ridiculous.
She smothered down the hoped that burned in her heart and tried to keep her feet flat on the ground as she headed back toward the homestead. Jax had been totally up-front from the beginning. She wasn’t his mate or even his girlfriend. They were friends, and she needed to make sure she didn’t let the bonus stuff go to her head or she was going to be in deep trouble.
It wasn’t easy to do, though, as little tremors still rocked her. Every detail played like a movie in her head. The line of his jaw, the feel of his skin, the way he filled her so perfectly. She’d felt so good wrapped in his arms, face buried in his neck. Even now, she felt boneless, fluid, like mercury.
Big deal; great sex. Get over it, you sap.
Wrapped in her own world, she was halfway to the house before she noted the strong scent of Chanel lingering in the air. Puzzled, she inhaled deeply, and again the overpowering perfume crowded her senses. Amber had left almost two hours ago. Out here in the open air, with this breeze, the scent should have been almost imperceptible by now. Especially since Amber had only gone from the door to her taxi.
Or had she…
Chandra’s hackles rose, and she picked up her pace to a jog. By the time she got to through front door, the scent had all but dissipated, but her discomfort had not. Something wasn’t right.
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