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the other side, knowing she had a
direct view of him. His dick jerked in the cool air. At her gasp, he noticed
her riveted gaze stayed on his Prince Albert and beads. He quirked a brow at
her, ready to answer any questions she might have. “Done staring at my dick?” The
crass words caused her head to jerk and her gaze to land on his.
    “Could
you be more of an asshole?”
    He
smirked in response, snagged a towel and walked into his bedroom. Carlie’s continued
rant echoed in his bathroom, the sound carrying into his master bedroom.
    “Perfect
princess, you know this is who I am and you still wanted to jump my bones.”
    “I
hate that nickname. Whatever. I don’t want to jump anything on you.”
    While
she screamed expletives at him from the other side of the door in a righteous
fit of temper, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of jeans and a T-shirt,
impressed that she knew such a dirty range of swear words, and used them. Ten
minutes later, Carlie emerged with a huge fluffy towel around her lithe body.
    “Let’s
get one thing straight. I’m not a new notch for your bedpost, don’t ever strip
me naked again. I made a stupid drunken comment months ago that will not happen
in this lifetime. Got it? Better yet maybe you should move to the other room
while you’re here.”
    “Don’t
hole yourself in my bedroom like a hoarder,” he snapped back, grabbed his
trashcan from the bedside and began tossing wrappers and leftover crap inside.
He stopped to gift her with a glare. “This is my room. You don’t dictate where
I will or won’t sleep in my fucking house, princess. Got it?” He resumed his
task and counted backward from twenty to cool his temper. The heady scent of
innocence dripped from her delectable body, driving him mad. He needed his
hands occupied to prevent him from lashing out at her in sexual frustration.
    “I’m
sorry. I meant to clean this up. I’ve just, been—this week has been unbearable.
I’m not a slob, or messy. I mean I don’t even normally eat this crap.” She
looked like a moping little kitten . Sadness
poured from her.
    Jackson
set the container down and put his hands through his hair, anything to keep
from grabbing and comforting her.
    “Why
don’t you get dressed while I finish cleaning this up. You can take a walk to
clear your head. Some fresh air will make you feel better.” He moved over to
his bay windows and opened them to let the ocean breeze into the room. Out of
the corner of his eye, he watched her hurry to dress to prevent him from seeing
too much. What was she thinking? He’d seen all of her in the shower as he
undressed her.
    “Ouch.”
    When
he glanced up at her, he fought from laughing at the comb stuck in her hair and
her efforts in freeing the plastic teeth failing miserably. “ C’mere .” Jackson sat down on the clean edge of his bed and
moved her between his thighs. “Don’t tell anyone I know how to do this okay,
you’d ruin my reputation.”
    “Kay.”
She sat before him.
    As
his mom’s health declined, he brushed and plaited her hair for her when she was
too weak to do so herself. During their time, she’d regaled him with memories
of them when he was a toddler, wanting him to remember the important memories
of them to her. All these years later, her death still crushed him, he missed
her smile, her smell and her optimism. Even after she knew she was terminal she
embraced life like death was nothing to worry about, that everything would be
all right. In silence, he worked Carlie’s hair in small sections, untangling
the mane with gentle hands. His palm brushed her neck, at the contact, her pulse
quickened against him.
    “I’m
sorry for stinking up your room.”
    “Just
don’t do it again.” Jackson worked the last section of her hair and massaged
her scalp, making her moan. Fantasies began to play in his head. Curtailing
them, he worked his fingers one last time through her tresses, and then handed
her the comb. “I think you’re all