Of course.I shouldn’t be surprised there’s a hot tub. It’s the honeymoon cabin after all.
“I didn’t bring a bathing suit.”
Jax’s grin turns wicked. “Even better.”
“You don’t know when to quit, do you?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
“You agreed to a... what did you call it? FWB?”
I roll my eyes. “You know I did.”
Heat floods my veins as he hikes an eyebrow, dimple popping as he gives me another slow grin.
Shit. That dimple is going to be the death of me.
“Wear your bra and panties, I don’t care. Just know... If I have my way—and I will—they’re gonna be coming off anyway.”
“Fine.”
Downing my glass of wine, I get up from the couch and grab my bag.
“I’ll meet you out there, sweet cheeks. Want another glass?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
His words almost make me stumble as I head into thebathroom, and they’re still echoing in my head as I step into the shower.
That’s my girl.
Something about the way he said those words makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight. They shouldn’t mean anything. It’s just an expression, right? But my mind keeps replaying it over and over as the hot water sluices over me.
Quickly washing up, I replay the whole day in my head. Horseback riding with Jax. Watching him interact with the kids who are here for therapy. How his entire face lit up when he talked about Ember and how the horse had helped him through a significant time in his recovery.
And then there was waking up this morning, pretending to be asleep when I felt his hand clutching my breast. The way he’d carefully extracted himself, thinking I was still dead to the world.
God, the feeling of his body pressed against mine, his hard length nestled against my ass...
I shut off the water with a huff when I feel my arousal pool at the apex of my lady parts. What the hell? Here I am, about to get into a hot tub with Jax, and I’m already turned on just thinking about it.
“Get your shit together, Sasha,” I mutter to myself as I quickly towel off. “Fuck’s sake. It’s not like you haven’t been with him before.”
Picking my bag up from the floor, I set it on top of the sink and rummage through it. I’m the type of woman who—because I wear a lot of workout clothes—wants to feel sexy. Kind of like I’m hiding a secret under my clothes. So, I make sure all of my bra and panty sets are of the sensual variety.
When I see a pop of pink, I pull out my favorite lace bra and panty set. There’s something about this one that’s always mademe feel especially confident. After stepping into my panties, I slip into the delicate bra.
Adjusting the straps on my shoulders, I turn to the mirror above the sink. I barely recognize myself. My eyes are wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed with anticipation.
My breath quickens as I turn to the side, examining how the lace hugs my curves. The soft pink lace is just modest enough when dry, offering a teasing glimpse of what lies beneath without revealing everything.
But once it gets wet, it’ll become nearly transparent. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
“Don’t kid yourself,” I whisper to my reflection. “You want this just as bad as you know he does.”
There’s something exhilarating about knowing what’s inevitably going to happen when I go out there.
Grabbing a towel from the rack, I wrap it tightly around myself before opening the bathroom door. The cool air from the open room hits my bare skin, raising goosebumps along my arms.