He smiles at me before asking, “You wanna have a shower with me?”
“I don’t think I can stand just yet. You go ahead. I’ll have one after you, when I’ve got my legs back.”
His smile spreads out into a full-on grin as he pushes up off me. “Addiction complete,” he says with a wink and saunters into the bathroom.
I watch his sexy ass until I can’t see it any longer and then let out a long breath.
What the fuck am I doing?
I don’t want Jett, and yet I want nothing but Jett.
Shit.
I need to get my head together. He’s a player, so chances are he just wants a short-term thing here. He probably just wants sex. I can do that. I just need to keep my heart out of it because Erin’s right; I do tend to fall fast and hard.
Fuck.
After I finish showering, Jett surprises me with a request. “Are you free today to photograph a party?”
“What kind of party?” I really just want to go home, lock myself away, and regroup. Being around him causes me to make choices I don’t want to make. Choices that are leading me further down the path towards spending more time with him.
His usual sexy grin is replaced with a serious look. “It’s a birthday party for a kid who has cancer. We’re his favourite band, and he requested us to sing at it. Photos weren’t a part of the deal, but I think it’d be cool for him to have them.”
My heart melts a little at his generosity and kindness. Damn, that wasn’t supposed to happen.
“I’m kind of busy -”
He steps into my space, snakes his arm around my waist, and pulls me close. “I know what you’re doing,” he whispers.
I feel tongue-tied. This never happens; men don’t cause me to struggle with my words. “What am I doing?” I manage to get out.
“You’re trying to avoid me. But see, the thing is, I’m your new addiction, so you can’t avoid me.”
Oh god, if only he knew.
“Is this how you charm all the women you sleep with?”
“I don’t charm the women I sleep with. I’ve never wanted to be an addiction for any of them. You’re the first,” he admits, stunning me.
“So this is just sex, right?”
“No.”
“But what if that’s all I want?”
“Sometimes you can’t have what you want, Presley.” His voice is low, commanding. I hate it, but I love it more. It turns me on, and I resent the desire I have for him to use it more often.
“You’re kidding, aren’t you?”
His stare is challenging me to argue, like he gets the final say in this. “No. I told you what I want, and I’m going to get what I want.”
I try to push out of his embrace, but he tightens his hold on me. “You know you want this as much as I do,” he asserts.
“I know I want the sex as much as you do, but you’re wrong if you think I want to date you.”
His eyes narrow on me, and he relents, letting me go. “We’ll start with the sex, but you still owe me at least one date.”
“Uh-uh, we had that last night.”