More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Page A

downcast, her lashes hiding them from view and her hands nervously toying with her dress as she tried avoiding his gaze.
    Jackson wasn’t about to let her find a way to escape their evening together and he wouldn’t put it past her to walk out of that hotel and not look back. She was a wily one and probably would get away with it if he wasn’t the suspicious attorney that he was.
    It was in his nature to disregard the words most people said, instead listen to body language and how they behaved. And the woman in front of him was definitely feeding him a line.
    “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just wait right here for you,” he argued, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress they’d just had mind-blowing sex on. He swatted her butt as she walked past him. “So hurry your ass up.”
    Nope, she wasn’t getting away from him that easily again.

Chapter Eight
     
    The evening flew by in a blur of food, booze, an award delivery and subsequent acceptance speeches by Mitch and Jackson, along with a continuous flow of accolades from various business associates. It was a never ending stream of well wishes and congratulations for the hot man who had his arm wrapped possessively around her shoulders. The same hot man whom Sasha could still smell on her skin, which was a constant reminder of their down and dirty sex just two hours earlier.
    The residual ache between her legs, a delicious soreness that lingered from their quick fuck, had Sasha wanting a second helping as soon as the chance allowed. Part of her felt cheated because of the speed that their coupling had occurred, and she wanted to remedy that with a longer, more thorough session, where she could relish every single part of him. Devour him with her lips, her hands and more importantly, her mouth.
    “You look like you’ve been lost in the desert for years and are in desperate need of water.”
    Rylie’s comment had Sasha turning toward her friend, eyeing her friend inquisitively. Rylie stood next to her in a half-circle of strangers, all vying for the attention of the men of the hour. Mitch and Jackson were engrossed in conversation with several other men, so Rylie tugged on Sasha’s arm, dislodging her from Jackson’s possessive hold, pulling her away from the group.
    Worry washed over Sasha, wondering if Rylie had noticed the change in attitude Sasha suddenly had toward Jax. Trying to come up with a fabricated explanation wasn’t going to fly, because lying to her best friend wasn’t on Sasha’s agenda. If there was one thing she never wanted to do, it was to be dishonest with Rylie. But telling the truth in this particular situation might cause more questions from her friend than she could ever hope to answer. Sasha had been successful up to that point in keeping her fling with Jackson a secret, but apparently she’d left her poker face at home tonight. She knew her warm and fuzzy feelings about Jax were written all over her face.
    “Hmm. You’re right, I am a little parched. But I think I’ve had my fill of champagne tonight, so I should probably track down some water.”
    Rylie linked her arm in the crook of Sasha’s elbow as they headed toward the small bar in the corner of the room.
    “Yeah, I meant that metaphorically speaking, dumbass. What I meant is that you have been ogling Jax all night like he was water, and you were dying to quench your thirst,” she titled her head, giving Sasha the stink-eye. “So spill it. You two seem attached at the hip tonight.”
    Sasha flicked her wrist to downplay the comment. “Meh. It’s nothing. Jax asked me to pour it on thick because his ex is here tonight, and he is doing his best to avoid her.”
    There. Not a full-out lie. Jax had mentioned something about a former fling possibly showing up tonight, and warned Sasha in the event they ran into her. Of course, that only made Sasha more curious about Jackson’s past, and what kind of woman he normally dated. Tall, blonde, Barbie Doll’s?