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

Submissive woman who catered to his every sexual whim? Gah , it only drove her crazy. Jealousy was not a good look for her. 
    Rylie glared into Sasha’s eyes, the suspicion clear on her face.
    “You don’t say. How very uncharacteristically thoughtful of you to offer up your assistance to Jax. Who, by the way, you normally avoid at all costs. A man you wouldn’t lift a finger to help in the past, especially since Cabo. So I’m sure you’ll understand my reluctance to believe you.”
    Sasha feigned indignation. “Whatever. You’re the one who forced me to come with Jax tonight,” she emphasized, pointing a finger in Rylie’s direction, hoping to divert the blame. “Jackson doesn’t want any entanglements, and either do I. Simple as that. And I don’t really mind the guy all that much. He’s actually been growing on me. I admit, he’s not as stuffy as I originally thought.”
    All true. No lies lurking in that statement, Sasha grinned inwardly to herself. And the part about him growing on her. Well, that was an understatement of the year. He definitely grew on her –a full eight inches, by her count. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth.
    Rylie’s mouth dropped open, as if she’d heard Sasha’s internal dialogue, as she thrust the water bottle into Sasha’s hand. They both turned from the bar then to head back to their dates, who were now down to just a handful of admirers surrounding them.
    “I don’t know what your deal is…but I will find out. And when I do, you better be prepared for the consequences. I’m watching you, girly.” Rylie gave her the two-finger signal between their faces, indicating her watchfulness and obvious distrust.
    It became apparent to Sasha that if she and Jackson were to continue hooking-up, they would have to be extra vigilant if they wanted to remain under the radar. And what exactly that would further represent sent ripples of anticipation from her head to her toes. There was no denying that they had some off-the-charts chemistry and could burn up the sheets together. And that’s exactly what she wanted, but it was imperative that they keep it under wraps.
    What she didn’t want was for it to move into territory where there was a declaration of love or talk about a long-term relationship. She wanted good, clean – or dirty – knock your socks off, hit the headboard against the wall, sex.
    Fast, slow, naked, sweaty sex. She liked it all. And there was no doubt that she liked it a lot with Jackson. More than she should, in fact. He was a freaking stallion in the sack. She’d found that he was as intense in bed as he was out of it. And it blew her away.
    She had definitely misjudged him from the beginning. His love-making techniques were as far from vanilla as one could get. No snoozing allowed when she was knocking boots with Jackson.
    And that body of his. For a white-collar, stuffed suit, his body was buff, hard and lean. She couldn’t keep her hands off him – which was extremely difficult in the midst of his colleagues tonight. Her hands begged to roam up and down his chest, settling in the indented flesh of his pelvic V, licking the skin below his belly button.
    Returning to stand by the two men, Sasha sidled up to Jackson, trying to keep an appropriate distance, her eyes focused anywhere else but on him, while still enjoying his nearness. Seeing her reappear, Jackson’s hand shot out to grasp hers, linking their fingers together in a sweet, reassuring gesture. He continued talking to the group, squeezing tightly, his thumb brushing along the top of her hand, easing her hurried mind. It made her feel achy and tingly all over.
    Sweet Lord, it would be so easy to get used to this .
    Jackson had Sasha wanting to rub against him like a cat, purring in sexual need. Unconsciously, her body molded against his side, releasing whatever lingering thoughts she had about how it might appear. In this moment in time, she could give a rat’s ass if they