Middle of Knight (Jack & Jill 2) - Page 52

Maddie needed help moving to her new apartment, closer to campus. Ryn had not seen Jackson since the infamous sex night. He wanted to stay for a do-over, which was ridiculous because perfection was perfection. Period. More than that, she needed a shower and time to think about his lips, tongue, teeth, ten skilled fingers, and one gifted cock.

With twenty minutes before Greta’s party, Ryn couldn’t keep herself from saying hi to Jackson before heading across the street. She knocked on the door anticipating his sexy smile and a mind-numbing kiss to get her in the mood for the party. Instead, Jackson greeted her with rivulets of water racing down his body and a white towel tied low on his waist.

“Jillian is already over there.”

Sexy smile. Check.

“You look amazing, by the way.”

Twenty six letters and infinite ways to assemble them into words, yet she couldn’t conjure a single one let alone remember what she had on that looked so amazing. A short wrap skirt and a sleeveless blouse felt about right, but really she couldn’t remember.

“If you keep looking at me like that you’re going to be late to the party.”

With wide eyes, she nodded yes to … something. Yes to being on time or yes to being late … or just simply yes to him.

“Do you want to step inside for a few minutes?” He chuckled, which brought her attention back to his face after her ogling started to feel like a hallucination.

“Maybe for a minute…” she stepped inside coming to an abrupt halt as she closed her eyes “…or two.”

Another chuckle. “Are you okay?”

“You smell like sandalwood and … patchouli.” Her eyes opened with her head still spinning from the intoxicating fragrance.

“I call it bar soap and shampoo, but I’m glad you like it.”

His eyes were unquestionably beautiful, even mesmerizing, but they didn’t demand her attention like his bare, tatted chest or the towel that looked like it could come loose at any moment.

“You seem distracted.”

She nodded.

“Maybe I should put on some clothes.”

Worst idea ever, in Ryn’s honest opinion.

Pressing his hands against the wall above her head, trapping her under a bridge of muscled flesh, he leaned forward until his lips grazed her ear. “Is that what you want?”

The question was absurd. Barely worthy of an answer. “No.” She swallowed.

He sucked her earlobe, teasing it with his teeth. “Remove the towel, Ryn.”

The strain of her nipples against the lace of her bra and the slide of her new thong between her legs when she shifted her weight had her ready to orgasm from just the words: remove the towel, Ryn.

Jackson moaned with his lips pressed to her neck as she feathered her fingers over the peaks and valleys of his abs, down to the towel. His dizzying scent intensified with each ragged breath she drew into her lungs. She wanted to taste him … devour him.

“Stop!”

Ryn jumped, pressing her palms to the wall behind her as Jillian flew through the front door. Jackson grumbled a few expletives while keeping Ryn caged beneath his arms.

“Back away from the girl and go put some clothes on.”

“This coming from my sister who is basically a nudist?”

“I told you to send her straight over if she knocked on the door.”

Ryn felt like a teenager getting caught with a guy. Ten years their senior, yet she shrank beneath the awkwardness of the Knight twins’ arguing over her.

“Come on, Ryn. Chicks before dicks.”

Of course Ryn had no idea what that meant, but she let Jillian pull her toward the door anyway.

“She still has a few minutes before the party starts. I’ll send her right over.”

It was impossible to look at Jackson after that comment. Ryn’s whole body flushed with embarrassment.

Jillian pointed a finger at him. “Knock that shit off. This is Greta’s night. Do you remember when Mom used to go grocery shopping after dinner and she’d come home with twenty dollars’ worth of groceries because after eating nothing tempted her?”

Jackson rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

“Well Ryn needs to show up to Greta’s hungry. Got it?”

Before the door shut, Jackson yelled, “Then you’re welcome. I think she’s starving right now.”

Ryn whipped her head back, mouth agape, as Jillian dragged her toward the street. Jackson winked through the glass storm door with a cocky-bastard smirk. Then he removed his towel, turned, and sauntered away from the door.

“He just flashed you, didn’t he?” Jillian asked without ever turning back.

“Um …”

She laughed. “I apologize on behalf of the Knight family. We have no self-control.”

*

“Oh my goodness! You are just adorable,” Greta said as she gently touched the ends of Ryn’s hair before resting her palms on her cheeks. “Oh … and your eyes, and these freckles, and you have the cutest little button nose.”

Ryn felt ten years old under Greta’s exaggerated, yet flattering assessment. “Thank you. So nice to meet you.”

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