Caroline focused on the spot where Jax had been standing, before he vanished, leaving her hot and itching for his touch. He passed her again carrying a piece of wood, sticking it up in the window he measured it then broke it with his bare hands. Tossing the other piece on the ground, he wedged the piece of wood in her window, then tried to open it. Stepping back, he stared at his handiwork.
A sudden longing hit Caroline right in the gut and if she were being completely honest, in the heart also. To have a man by her side as she made this place her home—their home—was something she yearned for, and Jax Wheeler was the man she wanted it to happen with. Staring at his back, his long black hair a beautiful contrast to the white shirt he wore, she sighed.
“Do not forget your keys again.” Jax turned around, catching her staring at him. “Because this window cannot be opened.”
The silence was deafening. She didn’t know what to say and was actually afraid to open her mouth for fear of what might come out. So instead, she nodded and turned away to do something, what she wasn’t for sure. This man definitely wasn’t good for her mind because he turned her into a total idiot.
“The scent Hunter picked up on was a hunter.” Jax continued, not realizing where her mind was.
“Oh, okay.” Caroline just wished he would leave. It was so hard with him within arm’s length and knowing what she wanted was so far out of her grasp.
“Which means you need to put no trespassing signs and no hunting signs on your property.” Jax sounded closer.
“I’ll do that.” Caroline closed her eyes tightly, yearning burned in her chest.
Jax grasped her arm, turning her to face him. “Thank you for what you did.”
She stared at his chest, not wanting to look into his golden eyes. “It was nothing,” she replied.
“It was everything.” Jax tilted her chin up with his knuckle. “And we owe you.”
Caroline started to respond that no one owed her anything, but Jax held her tightly, bringing her body flush to his. She waited, not patiently, for him to kiss her again and it took everything she had not to smash her mouth against his. No, she was done doing the chasing or whatever she had been doing. If he wanted a kiss, he was going to have to take it from her.
“It seems I need to practice what I preach.” Jax’s eyes darkened. “I tell you to stay away from me, but I can’t seem to stay away from you.”
Remaining quiet seemed the smartest thing for her to do and honestly, she probably couldn’t form a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. His body was hard against hers and she felt safe and protected, even though he was looking at her with a dark, dangerous stare.
His lips were inches form hers and she closed her eyes in anticipation or prayer, she didn’t know which or if it was both. Finally, his lips softly touched hers, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, dammit, and as if reading her mind, he gave her much more. His mouth ravaged hers and she savored every single minute she was in his arms and his mouth was locked to hers.
The kiss was so intense she heard banging, which was strange, but she went with it, and why was he calling her Ms. Fitzpatrick? Hell, how was he even talking? Then the kiss ended as quickly as it began. Caroline knew the disappointment on her face matched the moan of disappointment coming from her throat.
“Ms. Fitzpatrick?” The banging sound started again. “Are you okay? It’s Gary from Tristate Roofing. I have your estimate and have been trying to contact you. Ms. Fitzpatrick?”
Reaching up and touching her lips, her eyes met Jax’s before she glared at the door behind him.
“You want to kill him or shall I?” Jax’s voice was deeper than usual with a sexual roughness that made her want to cry.
“Give me my gun back and I’ll be happy to.” She grumbled before heading for the door. As on and off as she and Jax were, she’d probably be an old woman before he got around to kissing her again and then she’d be too damn old for him. Grabbing the door handle at that thought, she swung the door open with force, startling Gary who jumped back with wide eyes.
“Oh, Ms. Fitzpatrick.” Gary smiled, his eyes going to her lips.
For some reason him staring at her lips gave her an uncomfortable creepy feeling. Looking at the packet of papers in his hand, she reached for them. “Is that the estimate?”
“Yes,” he replied, but didn’t let her take it. “If you have a few minutes, I can go over everything with you.”
Caroline seriously didn’t have a minute, she wanted to get back inside and finish what Jax had started. “That’s okay.” She reached for the papers again, but he kept them out of reach. “I can look it over and then give you a call.”