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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 37 Icy
Scarlett forced herself to admit to a terrifying truth—she might not be icy and defective. When she thought about Jax, she thought about sex.
She wasn't just thinking about sex, of course. She was thinking about sex with Jax. Her back injury was the best thing that had ever happened to her in a long time. It was preventing her from doing something she would regret.
It probably wouldn't be that wonderful anyway. Jax couldn't be as great as he believed. Sleeping with hundreds of women didn't require sexual skill. It took charm, charisma, sex appeal, a hot body, blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She shook her head over those last few words. Her thinking had gone wrong a little bit there.
She remembered what he'd done to her after she'd smeared lipstick on his beard. He had wrapped an arm around her and rubbed his beard along her neck just barely touching her, but he had awakened her body. When he brushed his lips along her neck, she melted inside. At that moment, if her back hadn't made it too painful, she would have let him do anything he wanted to her. How the hell could she be this weak?
Oh, fucking hell, she thought. This could not be happening to her. She could not be falling for Jax Teller. She reminded herself that she didn't fall in love. She didn't believe in love. It was not going to happen to her. It wasn't part of her plan.
Damn you, Jax Teller.