Page 43 of Saving the Last Heir
Jackson’s smile faltered but didn’t quite vanish, almost as though he was realizing something. My heart skipped and banged as more heat flushed between my legs, my pussy aching at the thought of him filling me up. A slow glint of understanding shone in his eyes.
“Not always,” Jackson said, his gaze skimming over my body. “Sometimes I take chances.” He shrugged and gave me a lopsided smile. “And sometimes those chances work out. They can be really fun too.”
The tension and chemistry between us seemed to crackle like static electricity. I wanted to know how it would feel to have his hands running down my body, his tongue and lips exploring every inch of me. God, I bet he’d taste so good?—
“I guess we should get this thing inside, right?”
Blinking in confusion, I shook my head to clear it. “Huh? What?”
“The car?” He pointed at the Lamborghini.
There was a car? We were outside? What day was it? Where was I?
“Oh, right.” I rubbed my face. “Uh, it’s been a long twenty-four hours. Yeah, let’s get her in the shop.”
I had to move one of the cars to make a path to the back of the garage and the paint room. The Lamborghini screamed back to life, then subsided to a low rumble as Jackson pulled it into the room. Once parked, I covered it with a tarp to hide it.
“What are you going to tell your employees? Won’t they wonder what’s up?”
“They will,” I admitted with a sigh. “I’ll tell them I took a job as a favor for someone. That it’s for a potential big client and to keep their mouths shut about it.”
Jackson glanced around, inspecting my garage, then turned back to look at me once more.
“You guys are in trouble, aren’t you?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What? What do you mean?”
“Sorry. I don’t mean to pry, but you said this guy tonight wanted to buy your place. I also saw your eyes last night when I offeredthe money for you to help me. There’s something about all this. It sort of?—”
“Reeks of desperation?”
He chuckled. “I was going to be more diplomatic, but…yeah. Is your shop underwater?”
“Underwater? Not yet. More like barely treading in big waves, and our legs are starting to cramp up. I’ve got a fairly big client lined up—an athlete—and if that works out, we’ll be able to find our footing. I won’t deny, the kind of money you offered for my help made it easy to say yes.”
“You didn’t say yes just for the money.” He took a step closer. “You aren’t that kind of person.”
The closer he got, the harder it was for me to breathe. When he was nearly upon me, I could smell the scent of his cologne and an earthiness that reminded me of pure masculinity. My mouth went dry. I did my best to stay calm and try to remember how flirty and forward I’d been outside.
“You don’t even know me,” I said. “We met last night. You can’t possibly know what kind of person I am.”
“True.” A mischievous light danced in his eyes as he looked at me. “But I can still tell what kind of person you are. You want to help me, you want to help my family, and you want to do it because you’re a good person. You’re a woman who strives to do what’s right. I bet, if I’d offered you nothing but my eternal thanks, you would have still offered to help.”
“Is this before or after you decide to be honest with me about stealing the car?” I said, teasing him.
He barked a laugh. “Okay, you got me there.” He grew serious once more. “I know you, Shyanne. I don’t know how, but I know who you are deep down,” he said, touching the spot on my chest at the top of my sternum.
Hot, raging desire enveloped me, and it was all I could do not to pounce on this man.
“Maybe,” I said. “I guess we’ll have to keep getting to know each other to make sure you aren’t mistaken. Right?” I added hopefully.
“Definitely,” he said, dropping his gaze down my body again.
Unlike when Dusty had ogled me, this felt more intimate, more respectful. It felt… sexier. Jackson’s gaze roved across my breasts, down my stomach to my legs, then back up slowly until he locked on my face again. When he was done, I felt exhausted in a strangely pleasant way.
Before I could say anything to move this strangely erotic conversation further along, he broke the connection by glancing to the open garage door.
“I guess we should both be getting home,” he said.
