Jackson's POV“I'm fine.” I urged as she had already made at least five trips through the entire plane to try and find the first aid kit. While my eyes shifted here and there on the instruments of the plane, she was on her sixth trek before I captured her hand on my own. “Maree…please…You're making me dizzy…” “You're burning up and are still actively bleeding! I'm not stopping until I-” The eureka moment spread across her face was enough to blaze a grin across my own. I basked in her happiness and wanting to be a part of it- wanting to be the cause of it. “Stay here.” I chuckled with the lack of a choice as she sped back into the cabin of the plane and returned with arms full of alcohol. “Uh…”“I wasn't sure if you were a whiskey guy or more of a vodka but…”“I'm not drinking when I still have to help you land this thing in a few hours.” “It's to help the infection.”

Jackson's POVI shouldn't have done it but I needed to take the edge off. I didn't intend to until I saw those damn panties hanging over the shower and I had to hold them to be closer to her. I behaved until then, at least to a desperate man's standards, and convinced myself it was a reward of sorts. But now I could barely look her in the eye with how risky I'd been. What if she heard me? She'd be disgusted no doubt. I needed to keep myself under a damn microscope to not rush against her and frighten her with how my body came alive to her touch. “We’re here.” I explained as we came to the apartment complex we'd be staying at until further notice. It was under an alias and private enough that the only staff was a single maid that came once a week to change out the plants and dust. Now it would be a place we shared. A place that was suddenly too small for how being close to her made every curve of her was a damn homing beacon. “Let me know what room you pick and

Jackson's POVThis woman was going to be the death of me. If her dress tonight wasn't confirmation than for her attitude that left me wanting her and wanting to correct her in equal measure. It made me psychotic and possessive as I thought of all the things I would say to her once she realized she was left to depend on me to access our apartment. I should have made her wait but I had some pull in my stomach to keep her from lingering too long on her own as she had a habit of bringing unwanted attention to herself. She seemed oblivious to it tonight as I saw Danielle's husband look at her without apology and it took everything I had not to relieve him of the sense. If not for my wife's smart mouth, I might have. “You bitch!” A voice echoed in the stairwell I was forced to take. It was a male tone and it was enough to send me flying up the remaining steps. Once making it to the top, I threw the door open to reveal Andrew Fraser. “You think you can leave

Jackson's POVI couldn't sleep and if you ask my cock the angry bastard would tell you I was to blame. A beautiful, smart, sexy woman was offering to return the favor that still wore heavy on my tongue and I played the gentleman I denied us both seconds prior. And now I was solid and sleepless as I finally pulled the covers back and decided something in the kitchen may prove to be a distraction to my unintentional abstinence. “Shit!” Her voice broke the silence of the night as a smirk extended across my face. I watched her for a short while as she was loosely covered in one of my dress shirts with an exposed elbow she had to fix each time gravity tugged at it. The naked shoulder was begging for my lips as I ran my tongue over them at the memory of her coconut scented skin taunting me. “Come on!” She was using a long spatula to try and get a specific glass from a top shelf way beyond her reach. The curse came from her having knocked three over in the process, o

Jackson's POVThe space between us was electrified with tension. If she shared my train of thought it was why she also remained still. Worried that if I were to make the first move there might be a rejection in having misread the situation. Even so, I was buzzing to be near her as it was difficult to sit still. Finally she was the one to break the silence. It wouldn't have mattered what she spoke as my body worked quickly towards her, working off the belt, and pulling her to me in taking yet another risk. “Do you want to listen to-” Without her own belt in place, she was easy to pull towards me. Her lips parted effortlessly and her tongue was quick to join mine as I was allowing myself a specific parameter. Nothing more than a heavy kiss and maybe a graze of exposed skin and it would keep me a gentleman. At least that was what I told myself, even as she began to use my shirt as a way to pull me harder against her.