Jax bit his bottom lip as he watched Evie bend down to pick up the next box out of the U-haul. She had the definition of a perfect ass. Not too big, not too small. He would probably give up his kidney just to squeeze and knead that ass in his hands. He debated on not saying anything, and just admire the beautiful view that caused his rock solid cock to push against his zipper of his jeans. He didn't want to make his true intentions known. Not yet.

He rested a hand on the side of the truck, deciding to break the silence.

"You moving this shit in all by yourself, darlin'?"

Evie's incredibly tense body jerked up violently, nearly pulling every muscle in her back. She turned around, only to come face to face with the man she spied on less than twenty minutes ago.

"Uh yeah, well my brother and his friends were supposed to be here by now helping me, but it seems like they're running late. I figured I would just get a head start."

Evie shocked the shit out of herself. She was able form a proper sentence without miserably tripping over her words.

"How bout' I give you a hand till your brother and the rest of the guys show? A woman shouldn't be doing all this heavy lifting," he suggested, walking up the ramp, closing the distance between them.

Evie backed up, nearly falling over a box. The handsome stranger caught her left forearm before she could hit the floor.

"You okay?", his hand let go of her, falling to his side.

She is now.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

"I'm Jax," he held out his large hand that was decorated in beautifully detailed gold rings.

"Evie," she gently shook his slightly calloused hand in hers, giving him a nervous smile.

"Where do you want me to start," he asked, removing his dark blue flannel shirt, unfortunately keeping his white undershirt on.

He tossed the shirt on a chair that was still in the truck.

"It's fine, you don't have to help me. I'm sure you got better things to do."

"I currently don't at the moment. I have to go to my best friend's wedding later, but that's not for another couple of hours."

"What about your wife or girlfriend? Would she be okay with this?"

"I'm not with anyone at the moment, Evie. It's just me and my son. Even if I had a wife or girlfriend, I'm sure they wouldn't mind. I'm helping you move in, I'm not fucking you on the floor of this truck."

Evie let out a nervous laugh, her hand moving to her neck, rubbing at her throat.

"Am I making you nervous, Evie?," Jax asked with his signature shit eating smile as he picked up the largest box he could find to impress his new drop dead gorgeous neighbor.

She loved hearing him say her name. His voice so deep and husky. She needed to get out of this man's presence before she pounces on him.

"No, I'm fine," her voice cracked as she watched him exit the truck, checking out his ass.

Jax brought the box into the largest bedroom which was labeled My room. Evie was right behind him, placing a smaller box next to the one he just brought in on the carpeted floor.

"You got a nice place here," Jax looked around her bedroom, eyeing her king sized bed.

"Come on, that truck won't empty itself, Jax," she hit his arm with the back of her hand.

Jax wanted to ask her to say his name one more time to hear how sweet she said it.

"Yes mam," he let Evie take the lead out of her bedroom, trailing close behind her.

She was so beautiful. Evie stood around 5'7,5'8. Jax always loved his ladies tall. She had this flawless chocolate colored skin he just knew would be smooth to the touch. She had a headfull of perfect dark brown curls that were cut short, which made the curls tight and ah.. just perfect. He loved the way they bounced as she took a step. Her body was fit, but not overly fit like most of the chicks he fucked. She was healthy with curves in all the right places. Her black straight leg jeans and snug white wife beater accentuated her body the best way possible. He prayed she would dress like that all the time. It would be a real shame if she hid that body under bulky clothing. That face.. christ, she could be a model with that face. She had these big dark brown almond shaped eyes that would go two shades lighter when she looked into the sun. Her lips were full with her top lip formed into a shape of a heart. Fuck, Evie..

"I have to ask, did you like what you saw when you were spying on me earlier?", he moved himself next to her, whispering in her ear.

Evie stopped dead in her tracks, feeling her body's normal temperature skyrocket.

"I.. I..I.. didn't mean to. I..really am sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"You still didn't answer my question, darlin'."

"And I'm not going to."

"I'll take that as a yes. You know, we have to make this even somehow."

"No, we don't," she stepped out the doorway, speedwalking to the truck.

"Sure we do. You gotta let me watch you stepping out of the shower, dripping wet. I'm sure I'll like what I'll see. Probably love it."

Evie did a 360, both of them standing in the middle of the ramp.

"Jax, stop," she threatened, placing a hand on his strong broad chest, automatically letting out a small sigh.

"Stop what, Evie?"

"The heavy flirting. It's making it impossible to focus on setting up my new home."

" I can't help myself. When I see something I like, I tend to go after it," his stunning blue eyes scanned Evie's body, showing no shame whatsoever.

"I think it's best if you go, " she crossed her arms in front of her chest, causing her breasts to look even fuller than before.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I promise I'll behave," he replied sincerly.

"Thank you."

Jax and Evie continued to move her things in without saying a word to each other. He managed to steal a couple of glances as they continued to work. He thought it was bad that she wasn't talking to him. But, her not looking at him.. fucking teeth pulling torture.

They finished emptying the truck around 4:30.

Evie jumped up, pulling on the black rope that was hanging on the door above her head.

When the door was fully closed, she bent down, turning the lock in the opposite direction, sealing the door shut.

Jax pulled his flannel shirt back on, buttoning the front of it.

"Thank you for helping me. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier."

"It's okay, I've dealed with worse, believe me. I still think you owe me for you violating my privacy no matter how much I enjoyed it."

"Oh god," Evie rubbed her forehead, looking away from his intense gaze.

"We didn't talk after you yelled at me. Figured we go grab something to eat tomorrow, get to know my new neighbor better. What do you say?"

"You asking me out on a date?", she asked with surprise wrapped in her tone.

"Why is that so shocking?"

"I don't take you as the going on a date type."

"What kind of type do you think I am?"

"You really want me to answer that?", she asked with a smile.