Tempting Sydney by Angela Corbett Read Free Book Online Page B

or the seam in my jeans that was pressing into just the right spot.
    Jax.
    Naked.
    My body heated as I thought about what sex with Jax would be like. Him, naked and on top of me, his strong arms flexing as he held himself above me. Naked and behind me was even better. Or maybe me on top of him, riding him fast and hard. My face flushed and my breath became ragged. Relieved I was finally alone, I took a deep breath and started straight for my bedroom when the doorbell rang.
    I muttered a string of curses under my breath and briefly considered pretending I wasn’t home. Then the doorbell rang again. I wanted to be upstairs behind the privacy of my bedroom door. Not worrying about people on my porch. But I didn’t think I’d be able to concentrate if I thought someone was still outside, casing the joint. This time, a solid, thudding knock hit and I jumped. I scowled, marching to the door. So help me, if this was a salesperson or someone asking me to find Jesus, I would take off my sock and throw it at them. I had priorities, and they had nothing to do with chatting about my preferred religion, or cable company.
    I swung open the door, totally annoyed at the interruption, and came face-to-face with a wide, sculpted chest. My eyes quickly traveled up to his perfect face and panty-dropper eyes. Jax was holding a box of pizza, six pack of beer, and wearing his standard jeans and a tight black tee shirt.
    I wanted to rip them all off.
    Right there.
    I probably wouldn’t even take the time to close the door.
    My current agitated state didn’t help matters. I’d been on my way upstairs to take care of the images of Jax in my head. Now I had the real-life man standing in front of me looking like he seriously needed to be relieved of clothes and thoroughly kissed. I reminded myself to stop being so horny and focus on the goal. Jax’s lips tipped up, his expression a little sly, like he was holding a secret behind it that only he knew. My brows came together and I smiled, a combination of confusion and amusement. “Umm…hi.”
    “Hey, Syd.” His perfect mouth curved up and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted it to be doing—to me.
    I shook myself out of his lip spell. “What are you doing here?”
    He glanced down at the cargo in his arms and arched a brow before meeting my eyes again. “What do you think?”
    “Well, it looks like you’re about to have dinner.”
    “I am. With you.”
    His sudden appearance had jolted me enough that some of my blood had started flowing to my brain again so I could focus. I folded my arms across my chest. “I don’t remember you asking me to dinner.”
    “I just did.”
    Oooookay. That was assertive. “How did you find my house?”
    He smirked and leaned against the door frame. “Your address is on the invoices I print out for you at Red’s. I noticed.”
    I wasn’t sure whether to be freaked out or impressed. “That’s kind of…stalker-y.”
    He leaned into me. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to stalk you, I wouldn’t show up with pizza and a movie.”
    I didn’t want to think of what he’d do if he was really stalking me. Well, I did want to, but I wasn’t upstairs alone in my room, and I didn’t know if I could refrain from attacking him like a puma, so I thought it best not to think about that at all. I opened the door wider, cocking my hip to the side. “Well, since you brought pizza and I haven’t had dinner, I guess you can come in.”
    He raised one brow. “That’s the kind of invitation I like to hear.”
    I rolled my eyes.
    He put the food on the coffee table and I went to the kitchen for plates, glasses, and napkins. When I came back, he was putting a movie in the DVD player. He already had a slice of pizza in his hand and was half way through it. The pizza looked like it had every possible topping the restaurant offered. I knew I’d drop pieces of it all over the place and make a mess, so I grabbed a knife and fork from the kitchen.
    I sat down on the