“You really shouldn’t do this. I don’t dance, and I don’t have breaks either. Arnold’s going to be pissed.”
“He can deal with it. You should tell him no on all that heavy lifting. It can’t be good for you.”
“I’ve been doing it for some time now, Jax. I’m good, believe me.”
“Are you trying to turn me on with what you can do to my balls?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not even thinking about your balls.”
“I am. I think about them a lot.”
“I know.”
The song changed, and as she tried to walk away, he gripped her hips and pulled her close.
His hands stayed on her waist and his leg slid between her thighs. He was so close to her pussy that she paused.
“Jax.”
“Shh, just go with it. It’s just dancing, baby. That’s all we’re doing, dancing.”
“This is more than dancing. You know it.”
“No. Stop overthinking everything.”
“I like being roommates with you, Jax.”
He started to chuckle. “Don’t think just because we’re dancing this means anything has changed. I still like getting my dick wet, and I have no desire to fuck you, Dani. Relax. We’re two friends here.”
Why did that make her feel relief but also broke her heart at the same time?
Pushing those feelings aside, she finished off the dance, ignoring how good it felt to have him close. To feel his strong thigh between her legs, and how he seemed to know what he was doing.
She was under no illusions about him and his abilities.
She’d heard them plenty of times.
Once they were done with the dance, she didn’t linger, and he didn’t stop her as she walked away. Without looking in his direction, she finished off her shift without any other interruptions.
Jax was already gone, and she made her way home quickly, taking a few shortcuts. It was late and she normally took her car, but tonight she had walked. She was pleased about that, as she had to clear her head.
She needed to remember Jax was completely off limits to her, and it wouldn’t do either of them any good to let anything develop between them.
Chapter Six
One week later
Rolling over in his bed, Jax opened his eyes and saw it was still way too early to get up. Like, two in the morning and he was so fucking tired. His dick was rock-hard though and not for sex, even though it had now been nearly two and a half weeks since he’d fucked, which didn’t seem like a lot, but to a guy used to getting his dick wet every single night, it was a pretty big fucking deal.
He ran a hand down his face and got to his feet. His dick was sticking out, begging for attention. Ignoring that need inside him, he entered the bathroom and came to a stop.
There was someone in the shower.
“Shit, Jax, what the hell?” she asked, turning so that he saw her ass.
When he got the bathroom redone a few years ago, he’d gone for the clear glass so he could see through it. At the time of purchase, he’d done so with the idea that if anyone tried to break in, he’d have a clear view of it.
He saw her perfectly round ass, her full hips, and her juicy thighs.
His cock pulsed in arousal now.
“I need to use the toilet.”
“Then wait somewhere else. Seriously, you’re not going to wait?”
“I need to use it.”
He pulled up the lid of the toilet and now he was wondering why he had a fucking mirror directly above the toilet that showed the damn shower.
Dani clearly hadn’t seen that he could see her. She’d turned back toward the shower, and now he got to see her in her full glory and when he opened the door to her on that first day, he had no idea how fucking sexy she was.
He saw the ink down one of her thighs. There was also the telltale sign of another across her back. How had he not seen any of these, even through her clothing? Getting past the ink that she didn’t display, he stared at her full, rounded tits. Her nipples were large, perfect to fit into his mouth. She had a rounded stomach, and was on the fuller side. Some men may not like that on a woman, but on Dani, her curves and soft body were the stuff dreams were made of.
She was making him ache for the need to touch her, to explore her body, to taste. She had a small patch of curls between her thighs. What would it be like to spread those pretty lips open, to taste her?
“Jax, you stopped pissing five minutes ago.”
So he had. Putting himself away, he washed his hands, and he really didn’t want to leave the bathroom.
“Do you want me to wash your back?”
“Damn it, Jax, leave.”
He held his hands up. “I’m only trying to help.”