Page 70 of Make Me Swoon

He freezes when he sees me, his eyes going wide as they take me in, and now, I’m cursing myself for not changing or putting on a sweatshirt over my tank top.

Great. He’s shirtless and looking like a cover model and I’m over here looking like a stuffed sausage.

“Hey,” I say weakly as I try to pull my tank top down over my stomach more.

He doesn’t say anything. His eyes rove over me and I can feel my face flush with embarrassment.

“I just came down for some water. I didn’t think that anyone else was up,” I try to explain as I hurry to fill my glass up with water from the fridge.

Jameson makes a hoarse kind of groan and I stop to look over at him.

“Are you alright?” I ask when I see that he’s got one hand on the counter and is leaning over.

“Nope,” he says more to himself than to me.

“Is it your stomach? Maybe you have what Faith did,” I say as I hurry around the kitchen to his side.

My stomach is a little upset too, but it’s hard to tell what is from nausea and what’s from nerves.

“It’s not my stomach,” he says and I glance down as he starts to straighten.

“Oh,” I say lamely, taking in the way that his cock is tenting the front of his pajama pants.

The plaid fabric of his pants is stretched to the limit, and I know that it can’t be comfortable.

“Wait, is that because of me?” I blurt out and he lets out a humorless laugh.

“Of course, it is. You’re wearing that,” he says, his hand motioning to my body. “You look like a siren and I’ve never wanted to be led to my death more.”

My mouth dries at his words and I don’t know what to say.

He thinks that I’m hot? In this? When he looks like that?

I never in a million years thought that Jameson would go for someone like me. He’s got money, good looks, and he’s a nice guy to boot. He’s the total package and I’m sure that he could have anyone that he wanted.

That was partly the reason for me asking if I could date other guys. I was hoping it would get my mind off of my hunky boss.

I know the rules. I absolutely shouldn’t get involved with a family that I’m working for. I’ve never had a problem keeping myself separate before, but with Faith and Jameson, it’s different. They’ve already worked their way under my skin and it’s only been a week.

“I… I’m not,” I start, but I have no idea what I was going to say.

I can’t seem to look away from his chest and abs long enough to form a sentence.

Maybe I should just quit now, before my feelings for both of them get any stronger.

“I need to go,” I whisper, but Jameson steps closer to me.

“I can’t stop thinking about this,” he whispers back, his breath blowing the loose hair around my face a bit.

“About what?”

He doesn’t answer me. He just bends lower and seals my mouth with his.

I moan into the kiss, my hands wrapping around his neck as he presses his hard body against mine. He’s so warm and hard all over. I can’t help but rub myself against him and that earns me a moan. Then his hands are on my hips and he’s lifting me onto the kitchen counter.

I hiss as my bare legs make contact with the cold counter but then Jameson’s hands are there, rubbing up and down my thighs and I forget all about the cold.

He tugs me to the edge of the counter, spreading my thighs wide so that he can step in between them, and I look up at him. He’s staring down at my body, a ravenous look in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m on fire.