Sinful (Bad Boy Rockers 5)

I smile when I remember my uncle being so disgruntled when he first moved into the new building. My uncle likes his routine and, at the time, he preferred all the old machines, which really had needed replacing.

Chuckling to myself, I climb from the hot piece of junk I call a car and start to sweat the minute I’m standing outside. The fact that my long hair is loose isn’t helping, so leaning back into the car, I grab a clip from the dash. Stepping away, I gather my hair up and immediately start to feel cooler with the slight breeze caressing my neck.

As I turn to look around, my eyes land on the man I have an obsession with, and I find it difficult to look elsewhere.

Jace’s gaze is fixated on my face, before it slides over my body with a slow caress.

With a tingling of desire in the pit of my stomach, my feet freeze to the ground and all I can do is watch as Jace moves closer, until he’s standing directly in front of me. In the silence, we let our eyes do the talking.

This is the first time he’s let me see how much he really longs for me, and my heart is hammering in my ears with a mixture of desire and excitement as his gaze stays intently on me.

Focused on Jace, my arms drop to my sides, letting my hair tumble down my back in waves. Jace steps closer and, reaching out with his hands, catches some of my red locks between his fingers.

“So soft,” he whispers, stepping closer until there are only inches separating us.

The warmth of his body seeps through my clothing, causing pinpricks of pleasure to roll through me. It isn’t until he dips his head and inhales my scent that my knees threaten to give way with the lust running through me.

I’m so glad that I’m wearing a multi-colored chiffon tunic over my cami because my nipples are hard buds, begging for his touch. The throbbing in my shorts is so bad that I’d be surprised if he doesn’t smell my arousal.

Jace turns his face toward me, and I gasp when our noses rub together, albeit briefly. The desire thrums through me and my body aches for his touch.

“Jace,” I whisper, my voice husky with need.

“Savannah,” he counters, his eyes moving over my face with desire.

I nervously lick my lips, and hear a groan at the back of Jace’s throat. His fingers tighten in my hair as his eyes close tightly and he inhales deeply before his eyes snap open again—as though he needs to get himself under control.

It feels like any minute now he’s going to pounce on me in the parking lot. Not that I’d complain, but my life’s too complicated at the moment with a fiancé—even if I don’t want him to be. To be honest, I’m not even sure Richard wants to be with me either.

As if Jace realizes my mind has drifted, he clears his throat and, with reluctance, slowly takes a step back. Goose bumps follow the caress of his hands on my arms as he withdraws his hold.

I long to wrap my arms around his waist to pull him back to me. His loss of body heat is like a chasm between us.

Watching him now that my body doesn’t feel like it’s been completely overtaken, I see the control he’s using to steady himself. His arousal isn’t as easy to hide as mine and it looks hard and uncomfortable behind his zipper.

He catches where my eyes are focused and chuckles. “I guess I can’t hide what you do to me.” He blushes.

The admission is one that takes my breath away and taking pity on him, I admit, “I’m just as aroused as you.”

His eyes flare with heat before he forces himself to take another step back. “God, Savannah. What you do to me!”

I need to pull myself together instead of standing here like an idiot flirting with Jace. I’m not sure what overtook us, but it was potent.

Suddenly remembering the cakes in the car, I clear my throat and turn my back to him. “Can you help me with these?” I scramble into the car so I can reach the cakes on the other side. Kneeling on the seat, I grab the red velvet cake and turn to pass it to Jace. His eyes are firmly fixed on my legs and bottom, which is sticking up as I’m reaching onto the floor of the passenger side. I should have gone around to get them.

“Jace?”

His eyes meet mine, and after he blinks a few times, he takes the cake from my hands. I collect the chocolate cake and my purse as I back out of the car.

I grin when I catch Jace sniffing at the baked goods. He returns my grin. “You made these?”

“I did.” The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy and the sexy guy in front of me is the cause.

“Where you taking them?”

“To my uncle.” I snicker, and wait for him to announce that he’ll carry them inside for me.

“Let’s go.” Jace removes the other from my hands and indicates for me to go before him.