More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Read Free Book Online

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    “Stand up, you’re making a spectacle of yourself,” he mumbled, yanking lightly at her elbow.
    She stood, adjusting her bikini top as she did, garnering Jackson’s undivided attention in the process.
    “Fine. Whatever,” she huffed indignantly. “Let’s just get this thing decided so we can make it happen. We only have a month and I do not like last minute planning.”
    Jackson set down his beer, turning back to the counter. Several guests milled around in the kitchen area, bringing with them loud raucous laughter and voices. Jackson sighed, gruffly latching on to Sasha’s wrist, and dragging her down the hall.
    “ Wh -what are you doing?”
    He passed several doors until they reached the room he was looking for. The guestroom, where he’d spent many nights in the past, usually far too drunk to drive home. Pressing his hand to the small of her back, he pushed her inside, shutting the door behind them.
    “Well, aren’t you presumptuous, Mr. Koda,” she said in a mocking tone. “Didn’t you just get done telling me that one wasn’t enough for you?”
    “Ah, shut it and sit down, Shorty. You wanted to talk so we could get this ridiculous party planned, so let’s do it.”
    She looked down at the floor, her flip-flop pushing against the plush carpeting. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
    Well shit. Did he just make her feel bad? Now he felt like a douche. He didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, he only wanted to get this over and done with so he could move on. Spending too much time with Sasha was disconcerting. And distracting as hell.
    Jackson thought he’d pushed aside the feelings he’d had for her, spending the past eight months trying to work her out of his mind. But now, interacting with her, joking around, bantering back-and-forth, and seeing her in the barely-there swimsuit – well, there was only so much a guy could take.
    “So talk.” He was quickly losing his patience. He was barely holding on by a thread.
    Sasha plopped down on the gold and black quilted duvet, looking so incredibly small, and so sexy, in the large four-poster bed. He swallowed thickly, watching her lean back on her elbows, toeing off her flip-flops, her legs kicking out in front of her.
    Back-and-forth. Back-and-forth.
    Everything inside of him begged him to go claim her. Lay her down on the bed and cover her with his body, proving to her once again, that he could be the man for her. That he would give her more pleasure than anyone else before him, leaving no doubt that there would be no one else after him.
    “Well, hell. I don’t know. They’re both sports fans, so maybe we do some sports-themed party. You must have a lot of connections,” she said, peering up at him through her long, dark lashes. “Can you rent out Fenway Park or something?”
    He wanted to laugh, letting her know that was a bit outside the scope of his abilities, but at that point, he’d do or say just about anything she suggested if it meant she continued looking at him like that. Her teeth sunk down into her lower lip, and her deep, brown eyes stared up at him with admiration. The way she asked the question made him feel like he was some god who could do anything with the snap of his fingers. She made him feel huge. Powerful. Victorious.
    Pushing off the door, he took two calculated steps forward before stopping, watching her as he did. Then two steps more until he was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at her prone position. For the life of him, he didn’t know what he was intending to do, but the sight of her, nearly naked, was almost too much for him to bare. She’d tensed with every step he took.
    On instinct, Jackson reached down and let his fingers trace a path down her thigh, lightly brushing the silky skin of her leg until he reached her knee. A sigh escaped her mouth, her eyes closing as her head fell back.
    Taking that as her consent to keep going, he took both hands and pushed her knees wide, her legs now spread open to him.