by Addison Cole
Grayson leaned over the table. “Okay, but I’m around if you need an ear. Or a wingman.”
“Thanks.” Hunter blew through the front doors. Clark had already left for the evening to meet Robert for pizza, and he’d been in an equally bad mood by the time he’d left. Hunter wondered if women were worth all this hassle. He had no idea how Jana had gotten under his skin, but he was bound and determined to get her out.
He texted her on the way to his truck. Where are you?
He waited for her to respond, and when she didn’t, he started the engine and drove to her house. The empty driveway made his gut churn. He knew she wasn’t boxing. She usually boxed in the morning. Was she out on a date? Was that why she’d ignored his texts?
Why do I even care?
He paced her front yard for a while, trying to figure out what he could do to forget her, but the harder he tried to push thoughts of her away, the more he wanted to see her. Even if it was only to give her grief for ignoring him.
He called Undercover to see if she was filling in there. Colton answered on the third ring.
“Hey, Colt. It’s Hunter. I, uh…” Now he was checking up on her? What was he thinking? He wasn’t thinking; that was the problem. He grasped for an excuse for the call. “Jana left a sweatshirt at the bonfire the other night. Is she working tonight? I thought I’d drop it off.”
“No, man. She’s teaching at the studio, I think. But you can drop it off here if you want. She picked up tomorrow’s night shift.”
How could he have forgotten to check the dance studio? “Maybe I will. Thanks.” He ended the call and drove over to the dance studio. Jana’s car was in the lot, along with a handful of others. He parked along the road and waited, not wanting to interrupt her class and unwilling to leave without talking to her.
He rested his head back and closed his eyes for a second, replaying the night before in his mind. Jana had looked so sweet lying in the tub, and of course, beyond beautiful. He’d felt his heart wake up as he’d watched her, talked to her, seduced her. He opened his eyes. Maybe that was the trouble. But didn’t women want to be seduced? Certainly she could have ended the call if she hadn’t wanted to go there.
He chewed on that thought until women began filing out the front doors of the studio, and by then guilt had settled into his gut. He didn’t want Jana to feel used, or cheap, or whatever it was that she might be feeling.
Hunter waited until all the cars were gone before stepping from his truck. His heart was beating so hard he couldn’t think. Thankfully, he didn’t need to think to end things with Jana. He simply had to tell her that whatever was going on between them needed to stop, because it was totally messing with his head.
And his traitorous heart, but he’d never admit that.
He crossed the parking lot and pulled open the front doors. The sound of hip-hop music filled his ears. He followed the music across the hardwood floor to the entrance of the studio. If the sight of Jana wearing skintight black booty shorts that barely covered her butt and a sports bra wasn’t enough to stop him cold, the way she was moving her body was.
He’d seen her dance at crowded bars, and he knew that she could move that slinky body of hers. But the way she swayed her hips in one direction while her shoulders moved in the other, accentuating each move with a thrust of her pelvis, made him instantly aroused. She faced the opposite wall, and as the music slowed, she pointed in front of her and moved her arm in a half circle, as if she were performing for an audience. Hunter took a step back, not wanting to be noticed as she strutted across the floor like she owned it. With his artist’s eye, he studied the fluidity of her moves, the sleek lines of her body as she swiveled her hips, seeing more than her sexy movements, but her femininity and in contrast, her power. The delicate way her fingers lifted and stretched, the strong angle of her chin as she used it to emphasize certain moves. She sank to her knees. Her head fell back, eyes closed, and her body began to sway, like the ebb and flow of the ocean. Her long blond hair swept across the floor, and he couldn’t help but think about tangling his hands in her thick mane as their bodies joined together.
The music sped up, snapping him out of his reverie. Jana did some sort of moonwalk, then moved into the type of fast-paced, jerky dancing he’d seen professional dancers do in music videos. She was in total control. Each move was clipped and determined, as if she were sending a silent message to the universe. I am Jana. Hear me roar. The rhythm ended in a loud crash, and she collapsed to the floor in a heap. Hunter’s instincts took over and he ran to her.
“Are you okay?” He searched her eyes, taking stock of her heavy breathing, the sweat glistening from her skin as she blinked up at him, confused.
“Hunter?” Pushing to her feet, she snagged a towel from a table by the door and wiped her face. “What are you doing here?”
“I…” The anger that had driven him there had been replaced by desire, but her response reminded him of why he’d come, making him angry with himself for being turned on, and he snapped, “You didn’t return my texts.”
She wiped the back of her neck and walked toward the lobby. “So?”
“So?” Do I mean that little to you? Is everything I’ve been feeling totally one-sided? He didn’t know if he was hurt or angry.
“I was busy.”
He followed her into a crowded office, annoyed that she could write him off so easily. She pushed between a rack of dance outfits and a stack of mats and leaned across a desk in the center of the room, giving Hunter a great view of her butt.
“What did you need, anyway?” she asked, straining to reach farther.
He should take the hint. Walk away. Chalk it up to his emotions being as messed up as his creativity lately. But as if his body had a mind of its own, his legs carried him forward and his hands went to her hips, dragging her body against him. He felt the demand breaching his lungs and gave in to it all—the emotions, the desires, the unbelievable hold she had over him. “What do I want?”
“Hunter.” Her warning was tentative at best, and it made him smile despite his rattled brain.
His fingers dug harder into her hips as she straightened to her full height.
“Jana.” He loved the way her name felt as it burst from his lips, full of want and need and so much more. Could she hear it, too?
“What do you want?” she whispered.
“I don’t know, Jana. What do you want?” He spun her in his arms. His lips hovered over hers. He could feel her heart beating frantically against his. Did she feel it? Did she know how much of him she already owned?
“I…” She licked her lips, and he pulled her tighter against him, wanting to follow that swipe of her tongue with one of his own. “You came to see me, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “The trouble is, I can’t remember why I was so angry when I came to see you, because right now there’s not a speck of anything close to anger inside me.”
“No anger,” she whispered.
“Not anymore.” He nipped at her lower lip. “You’re killing me, pretty girl. The way you moved out there. Last night on the phone. Your voice tears at my insides. When you deny me, it cuts like a knife.” He wanted to kiss her so badly he couldn’t take his eyes off of her mouth. “You’ve gotten so far under my skin, you’re a part of me I can’t escape.”
Her cheeks flushed, and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Her fingers dug into his waist. He leaned forward and tugged her lip free with his teeth.
“Do you want me, too?” He felt his lips curve up, realizing what he’d asked and how naturally the question had come.
Her eyes flared with heat. She was trying to be strong. He could feel it in her body as she tensed against him, and he knew she wasn’t going to give him the answer he wanted. Her stubbornness was definitely one of the things he liked most about her.
But he wanted—needed—to hear the words from her.
“I’ll give you sunse
ts. If you tell me the truth. Tell me you want me, Jana.”
“We don’t”—she licked her lips again—“do sunsets.” Her eyes fluttered closed, then opened again.
“Maybe we should.” He could hardly believe what he was suggesting, but he was thinking that everything would be better with Jana by his side. The prolonged anticipation of kissing her, tasting her, was unbearable. “Tell me what I want to hear, pretty girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He couldn’t wait another second. Not even long enough to hear her response. He traced her soft lips with his tongue, earning a sexy whimper from her. It was killing him not to strip her bare and make love to her, but he no longer wanted to be her hookup. He didn’t want to share her with anyone, and he had no desire to kiss another woman. He wanted more. With Jana. Only Jana.
Her fingers climbed the muscles on his back, digging into his skin as she sealed her lips over his in a demanding kiss. He lifted her onto the desk, never breaking their connection. He couldn’t resist touching her hip, squeezing her thigh.
“Admit it, pretty girl. You do want me.” He was never going to get her to say it, not if every time they were together he gave her what she wanted, and for some reason, hearing her say it suddenly mattered a heck of a lot.
It took all of his willpower, but he pulled away. The pit of his stomach clenched tight with desire and a sense of loss.
“Hunter—” She reached for him, but he gently grabbed her wrist and shook his head.
“When you’re ready to tell me you want me, you know how to find me.” He lowered her leg from around his hip, and it seemed neither one of them moved for a full minute before he turned to leave.
“Seriously?” she called after him. “You’re leaving?”
He strolled toward the front door feeling like a jerk for leaving her hot and bothered, but he was just as ready, and for the first time in his life, he wanted more than a good roll in the hay, and he wanted that with her. “Yup.”
“Hunter, what on earth…?” She grabbed his arm, and he turned to face her.
He willed himself to act casual, which was torturous when there was nothing casual about what he wanted to have with her.
“We’re not even dating, Hunter. Why do you need to hear anything at all?”
She crossed her arms, and the hurt in her eyes nearly took him to his knees, but he dug deep and remained strong, somehow knowing he needed to, for both their sakes.
“I have no idea,” he said honestly, “but with you, I do.”
As he walked out the door her voice trailed after him. “Then maybe you should figure out this romance stuff first!”
Maybe I just did.
Chapter Ten
JANA AWOKE TO someone banging on her front door at five thirty in the morning. She clutched her blanket, heart pounding, and tried to coax her sleepy brain into functioning.
The banging stopped and she grabbed her phone. She’d missed three calls from DO NOT RESPOND!
Come on, Hunter. What now?
Without reading the texts she went to the front door and peeked outside. Sure enough, Hunter was standing there in a pair of low-slung jeans and a sweatshirt, with the hood pulled over his head. She yanked the door open.
“What are you doing here this early, and why do you look like a gangster?”
His eyes roved over her clingy tank top and panties. “Do you always answer the door nearly naked?”
“Only to strange men who knock before sunrise. What do you want, Hunter? To drive me insane again and leave me high and dry? Because that’s not really romantic.” She turned and walked toward the kitchen.
He grabbed her arm and spun her around. “I tried to text you, but you didn’t respond.”
“Most guys wait until morning to text, so…” He smelled like cologne again, and now that she was more awake, she realized he’d shaved, too. She reached up and touched his cheek without thinking. The muscles in his jaw tensed against her palm. “I like you clean-shaven almost as much as I like your scruffy bad-boy look.”
The edge of his mouth tipped up as he stepped in closer, backing her against the wall. “Glad you approve.”
Her heart nearly stopped. Oil and water had never felt so good.
“Go get some clothes on before I finish what we started last night.” He stepped back, leaving her hot and bothered…again.
She was too confused to even try to comprehend what game he was playing. “Clothes?”
“Yeah, you know, the things that cover up that beautiful body?” He took her hand and pointed her in the direction of her bedroom, then gave her bottom a pat. “Go on or we’ll miss the sunrise.”
“Sunrise?” she mumbled as she walked toward her bedroom wondering what he had up his sleeve.
They drove to the beach in silence, save for the low hum of the truck engine. Hunter looked over at her every minute or so, but he didn’t say a word, just rolled his eyes over her face like he, too, was trying to figure out what they were doing. He parked at Indian Neck Beach and came around to her side of the truck as she was getting out.
“I was going to open your door for you.” He reached for her hand and she stared at it for a beat.
“Why? What’s going on?” She let him take her hand and help her out, then watched as he pulled a cooler from behind the cab of the truck and tossed a blanket over his shoulder. Wow. You came prepared and everything.
“We’re watching the sunrise. I hear it’s romantic.” He took her hand and led her to the dunes, where they toed off their shoes and walked barefoot across the cool sand. Hunter wasn’t exactly being warm, but she could see he was trying to bridge the gap between them.
Jana liked the feel of his hand laced with hers, but this whole scenario confused the heck out of her. “Hunter, why are we watching the sunrise?”
As they crested the hill, ribbons of blues and purples spread across the horizon, reflecting off the water with slivers of light.
“Wow.” She stood for a moment, soaking it in. “It’s so beautiful.”
Hunter looked up from where he was spreading a blanket on the sand. He knelt on the blanket and opened the cooler. “Almost as beautiful as you.”
He patted the seat beside him. He sounded so sincere that she was having a hard time reconciling his efforts with the man she knew. Or rather, with the parts of the man she knew within the confines of their relationship. She knew Hunter said nice things to people all the time, but the two of them didn’t compliment each other in that way. They told each other they were hot or sexy, but only during sex.
She sank to the blanket beside him, and Hunter handed her a to-go cup of coffee that he must have had in a carrier inside the cooler, and then he handed her a napkin and a paper plate.
“What is all this?” she asked, as he set a banana-nut muffin on the plate, then set one beside it for himself. “Hunter? You brought my favorite muffin?”
He held up his to-go cup and smiled. “Here’s to romance, pretty girl.”
“You did all of this because I dared you to learn how to be romantic?” Warmth spread through her with the realization. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.”
“Maybe you didn’t challenge them in the right way.” He took a sip of his coffee and lifted it toward her, as if he were toasting.
“So, you did this because you want to hear me say that I want you.” She shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. I should be in bed, sleeping.”
He was about to take a bite of his muffin, and he stopped, mouth open, hand in midair. “Seriously?”
Her life was chaotic enough without confusing what was going on between them as something more. She still wasn’t sure exactly what all of this was supposed to mean, and she was afraid to put herself out there on this new level with Hunter. What if she gave in and told him the truth—that she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone or anything in her life—but this was all a game to him? She hedged her bets and went with a middle-of-the-road response.
He shook his head, then took a bite of his muffin. His brows knitted, and he nodded as he chewed. “My delivery.”
“Yeah. You basically burst into my house and dragged me out here. A woman likes a man with finesse.”
He cocked his head. “How would you know? You’re not exactly a relationship expert.”
“I’ve had boyfriends before. Besides, a woman knows these things.”
She turned away, watching a seabird land by the water’s edge and peck at something in the sand. Hunter took her drink and plate and set them aside. He wasted no time in straddling her waist and taking her down to her back, arms pinned beneath his hands. This she understood. This was Hunter.
“Hunter.” She laughed.
“Finesse, huh?” With a wicked glint in his eyes, he lowered his mouth to her neck and nipped at the sensitive skin just above her collarbone. “Tell me about this finesse.” He dragged his tongue along her neck, then sucked her skin into his mouth, making her entire body catch fire. “First you want romance. Now you want finesse?”
“Hunter.” His name came out like a purr.
He sealed his lips over hers in a punishingly intense kiss, then abruptly pulled away, gazing intently into her eyes. “I’m not good at finesse.” He lowered his mouth to hers, brushing over her lips, a whisper of a touch, and spoke just above a whisper. “But I’m trying to get romance right.”
He was quiet for a long moment. Jana could barely process the emotions in his eyes. He wasn’t just looking at her like he wanted her. He was looking at her like he wanted only her. Her mind reeled as he eased off of her and sat back down, like he hadn’t just sent her world spinning.
They ate in silence, and when they were done, Hunter put away their plates and cups, then scooted closer to Jana. She had never been more aware of their nearness than she was right then. Their legs barely touched from hip to ankle, but it was enough to send goose bumps up her arms. Hunter leaned back on his palms, reaching one arm behind her, so she was tucked in the recess of his shoulder but hardly touching him.