Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

But Jax didn’t come toward her. He didn’t even look at her. He set his phone down on the chair. And started taking off his jacket. But his movements were slow and exaggerated. He was giving her a show of what she could have if she’d only reach out and grab him.

He shrugged the jacket off wide shoulders, and the leather slid down buffed arms. He wore a plain gray T-shirt underneath, the same dark color as the truck he’d been standing beside earlier. The muscles of his shoulders and back played underneath, rolling and stretching and making Lexi’s throat go dry. Thick, tanned biceps and forearms stretched beneath the sleeve hem, a black tattoo snaking over his skin.

Lexi wet her lips and clenched her hands on the arms of her chair. His wide shoulders tapered to a muscular waist and hips. She’d already seen his long legs, but now, with his upper body exposed, she could see just how perfectly he was put together.

Lexi’s desire overtook her entire body. The majority of red-hot coals sat low in her pelvis but radiated heat between her legs, down her thighs, up her torso. The want throbbed through her sex with every beat of her heart.

With the jacket held out to his side, hanging on his index finger, Jax turned a slow circle, giving her a full view of just what she’d get if she gave in. By the time he laid it over the arm of the chair next to his and sat back down, Lexi was sweating and weak.

He sat forward, pressed his elbows to his knees, and tapped on his phone’s screen.

Lexi took a moment to catch her breath, wet her throat, and still her dizzy head.

JAX: It won’t stay warm forever.

LEXI: I want to lick every inch of your body.

Jax rubbed a hand over his mouth and scanned the lobby with a wickedly hot gaze. Then returned his eyes and his fingers to his phone.

JAX: I’m so down with that. But only if I can return the pleasure.

Lexi squeezed her eyes shut. She was so out of control. For whatever reas

on, she felt comfortable enough with this guy, in this anonymous setting, to express this uninhibited side of herself—one that had been under lock and key for too long.

LEXI: What kind of sex do you like?

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her eyelids, unable to believe she’d actually texted that to him. If she were somewhere private, she would probably scream at herself in the mirror, laugh hysterically, talk herself out of this. Because she was trapped, it felt as if she had only one exit, and it ran straight through the sexiest man she’d ever met.

Her phone vibrated, and she released her eyelids.

JAX: Honestly?

“Shit,” she whispered. She half hoped whatever he was going to say was so far out in left field she wouldn’t even consider meeting up with him. She half hoped this guy would save her from herself.

LEXI: Absolutely. Always.

Lexi held the inside of her lip between her teeth as she waited.

JAX: I like the fiery, fast sex so passionate your vision blurs.

JAX: I like wild, frantic, have-to-have-you sex that burns you alive.

JAX: I like deep, driving sex where sweat drips off my chin, rolls down your spine, and tickles the dip between your ass cheeks.

Lexi let out the air backed up in her lungs, trying to hold back the moan that needed to come with it, but failed miserably. She had to lean forward and cover her mouth to keep from giving herself away.

JAX: I like secret sex in naughty places, and naughty places to have secret sex.

JAX: I like the kind of sex that includes sliding my tongue into all your very tight spaces.

JAX: I like any kind of sex that drives animalistic sounds from your throat.

Lexi’s fingers were shaking when she managed to text again.

LEXI: Got it. Stop. Please stop.

A moment passed.