Page 110 of Broken Lines

My face pales as I wince.

“I’msosorry—”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs. “Just garbage anyway, as usual.”

I stare at him. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not. It’s all garbage these days.”

He starts to slip the guitar strap over his head.

“Wait!” I blurt. “Don’t stop!”

My face heats as he arches a brow.

“I mean, don’t stop because of me. Keep playing.”

His eyes slowly trace over me, and when they halt midway down, and smolder, I frown quizzically. But when I glance down at myself, I blush when it clicks.

I’ve been standing in the doorway with my arm raised, elbow on the doorframe above my head as I leaned against it. And I’m still just wearing his button-down flannel. Which in this position, is now pulled up.

Flashing my panties.

I flush heatedly as I drop my arm. But Jackson’s hungry look doesn’t fade.

“I’d rather play something else,” he growls thickly.

I shiver, biting my lip as desire pools in my core.

“What if I said yes…”

He growls as he starts to stand.

“Butonly,” I add quickly, grinning at him. “If you play me something first.”

I grunt rumbles in his throat.

“Sneaky.”

I shrug.

“Except I don’t take requests.”

I shrug, clicking my tongue against my teeth.

“Well, then that’s a bummer for you, because those are the rules.”

“You’ve seen my track record with rules, yes?”

I blush, biting my lip as my thighs clench.

“If you want to play…you have toplay.”

He grunts, eying me with a scowl. But then, he cracks his neck as he sits back into the chair and reaches for the guitar.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “What’s the fucking request.”

I restrain myself from jumping up and down.