How the fuck did I get here?
I mulled over that question as I scrubbed my face and brushed my teeth, ridding myself of Dawn’s essence, though I could still smell her. Her fragrance was foreign. I only knew Cool Water. That’s what my heart responded to. Then why in the hell did I slip the way that I did? I contemplated that question as I crept toward the bedroom.
Within minutes, my iPad chirped and my heartbeat raced as a direct result of it. I was feeling fucked up before this moment, but now I’m feeling…paranoid. I knew I couldn’t keep her waiting, so I accepted the call and waited for our connection.
Connecting…
As I read the word, it suddenly took on a new meaning for me. I’d been begging Rayna to connect with me in the most intimate way for months now. And for the most part, she’s been making every effort to do just that. We are making strides, and now…Dawn Taylor. I’ve not suddenly developed feelings for Dawn after kissing her. I’m just experiencing a bout with guilt for indulging her on Rayna’s watch.
Rayna is precious to me, something that I don’t want to fuck up. I have to get a fucking grip on this situation now before it warps into something that will destroy everything that I’ve been building with Rayna and want with her.
My life.
The screen changed, and suddenly I saw a portion of my bedroom—our bedroom—appear. It was the headboard of the bed. Rayna moved the iPad down to the lower end of the bed, giving me a full view of her and then laid lazily on the pillows stacked against it. She appearing relaxed, comfortable and unhurried…unguarded.
Fuck!
Her hair was up in a ponytail and her beautiful face was makeup-free, giving her flawless caramel skin a demure and youthful look. Her lips were nude and plump. Her eyes were heavy and hooded. My girl wanted to fuck around.
Damn!
“Heeeeeeey, Mr. Jacobs,” she murmured lasciviously, before abruptly picking up on my pensive state. “Is everything okay?” She wrinkled her forehead, causing my stomach to twist.
Get it the fuck together or blow it, Jacobs! I took a quiet deep breath, a fortifying tactic.
“Hey, beautiful. I’m just a little jet lagged. How was my number one lady’s day?”
Rayna’s face softened and then she stretched her arms out, releasing a provocative moan, sounding so fucking sexy. My cock twitched. I groaned inwardly. I could never have my fill of her. This telecommunications idea of hers quickly became a gift and a curse.
“Oh, blah,” she hummed. “It started off sucky…” I know she was referring to my departure. Shit. “…and it continued mediocre. How did your meeting go with the casino family?” My eyes slowly roved over her attire, or lack thereof.
“They were tight…may even still think they’re in the lead of the deal, but we aren’t wavering.” I could no longer hide my amusement. “What are you wearing?” I tried masking my smile with my wrinkled eyebrows.
Caught off guard, Rayna glanced down her body in assessment. Her eyes told me when she processed the situation and a gorgeous smile eclipsed her face.
With a soft roll of the eyes, she whispered, “Your T-shirt.”
“I see.” I adjusted myself in my seat, trying to take in every square inch of my screen. “And what else?”
Her sexy chestnut irises diverted down her body again without thought before she sheepishly answered, “Nothing.”
Immediately, her eyes hooded again. Goddamn, I loved having that type of affect on her. I swear I would fuck my way into her destiny if that was my only means there. And she’d enjoy every orgasm I delivered getting me there. I’m fucking confident of this.
“How are Mark and Eric? I’m sure they’ve been…entertaining,” she chuckled.