More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Sierra Hill
weekend.
Regards,
Jackson, aka The Best Man
She blinked.
Stared.
Fumed.
Sasha’s skin prickled with sweat, the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. She wanted to hit something. Or someone, that is, right in the middle of his smack-talking mouth.
But damn, what his mouth could do to her. And had done to her that one perfect night. She sat back in her chair, absently stroking her finger over her bottom lip, remembering the way Jackson’s mouth felt against hers. His lips, tongue and mouth were made to worship a woman and turn her into a puddle of goo. And she would know because it was exactly what he’d done to her. But she’d die before she ever admitted that to him.
Yes, she did remember every detail of that amazing, crazy night she had with Jackson in Cabo eight months earlier. It was burned into her memory. Those images were what fueled her nights alone and brought her many, many self-induced orgasms since then. She could never forget the way he’d made her feel or how he felt when he was buried deep inside of her.
And that just incensed her even more.
The problem with the insane attraction she had toward Jackson? She couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Not only was he completely wrong for her, and would never make the potential marriage list her mother had been designing for her since her Bat Mitzvah, but Jackson Koda was just too…what? Too serious? Straight-laced? Too tall? Too annoying?
Maybe all of the above.
She thought about it for a moment, wondering what exactly it was about Jackson that made her want to pack her bags and leave the country.
The only horrifying conclusion was that he was just too fucking perfect. And it scared the bejeebers out of her.
Deep down, she knew that the attraction toward Jackson could, without a doubt, bring her down to her knees. If she let herself fall for Jackson, it could destroy her carefully constructed walls like a strong nor’easter storm. And she’d boarded up that blood-pumping organ tight to ensure it didn’t happen again.
Love did not work for a woman like Sasha. She avoided emotional entanglements at all cost. Nothing good ever came from them. Only heartbreak, a messy aftermath, and recovery – all of which she could not afford to let happen.
She didn’t even want to like Jackson, afraid of the strong possibility that he might be extremely likable. And likeable could get her into trouble. Getting to know him any more intimately than she already did was just a recipe for disaster.
Since ‘the incident’, as she privately referred to it, Sasha worked hard to keep her life in control, her mind stable, and her heart in remission. Her career, her business, her friendships, her family, her home - all those things she could control to some degree, and she balanced them well.
The one thing that could ruin her perfectly centered existence?
Fear of that deceptive emotion called love. It was as if she walked a tightrope on a daily basis, and was at any given time just moments away from losing her grip on reality. Exactly like she had done in college.
No one but her family knew about this past secret. Not Mark. Not even Rylie. It was before she had met either of them, and the pity she was sure to see in their eyes if they ever found out that she went “crazy” and had to be hospitalized for a month due to severe manic depression was not something she ever wanted to see.
They were both aware that she still regularly saw a shrink, but neither were aware she was once one fry short of a Happy Meal. Only Sasha knew that she walked a very fine line between normal and nuts, and anything revolving the heart could send her spiraling out of control faster than a Jimmy John’s delivery.
Losing her shit over a man sent her to crazy town her senior year in college after the break-up with her boyfriend Andrew. Had it not been from the psychological toll on her brain, coupled with severe anxiety and stress over school, she would have never become so
Regards,
Jackson, aka The Best Man
She blinked.
Stared.
Fumed.
Sasha’s skin prickled with sweat, the beads of perspiration dotting her forehead. She wanted to hit something. Or someone, that is, right in the middle of his smack-talking mouth.
But damn, what his mouth could do to her. And had done to her that one perfect night. She sat back in her chair, absently stroking her finger over her bottom lip, remembering the way Jackson’s mouth felt against hers. His lips, tongue and mouth were made to worship a woman and turn her into a puddle of goo. And she would know because it was exactly what he’d done to her. But she’d die before she ever admitted that to him.
Yes, she did remember every detail of that amazing, crazy night she had with Jackson in Cabo eight months earlier. It was burned into her memory. Those images were what fueled her nights alone and brought her many, many self-induced orgasms since then. She could never forget the way he’d made her feel or how he felt when he was buried deep inside of her.
And that just incensed her even more.
The problem with the insane attraction she had toward Jackson? She couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Not only was he completely wrong for her, and would never make the potential marriage list her mother had been designing for her since her Bat Mitzvah, but Jackson Koda was just too…what? Too serious? Straight-laced? Too tall? Too annoying?
Maybe all of the above.
She thought about it for a moment, wondering what exactly it was about Jackson that made her want to pack her bags and leave the country.
The only horrifying conclusion was that he was just too fucking perfect. And it scared the bejeebers out of her.
Deep down, she knew that the attraction toward Jackson could, without a doubt, bring her down to her knees. If she let herself fall for Jackson, it could destroy her carefully constructed walls like a strong nor’easter storm. And she’d boarded up that blood-pumping organ tight to ensure it didn’t happen again.
Love did not work for a woman like Sasha. She avoided emotional entanglements at all cost. Nothing good ever came from them. Only heartbreak, a messy aftermath, and recovery – all of which she could not afford to let happen.
She didn’t even want to like Jackson, afraid of the strong possibility that he might be extremely likable. And likeable could get her into trouble. Getting to know him any more intimately than she already did was just a recipe for disaster.
Since ‘the incident’, as she privately referred to it, Sasha worked hard to keep her life in control, her mind stable, and her heart in remission. Her career, her business, her friendships, her family, her home - all those things she could control to some degree, and she balanced them well.
The one thing that could ruin her perfectly centered existence?
Fear of that deceptive emotion called love. It was as if she walked a tightrope on a daily basis, and was at any given time just moments away from losing her grip on reality. Exactly like she had done in college.
No one but her family knew about this past secret. Not Mark. Not even Rylie. It was before she had met either of them, and the pity she was sure to see in their eyes if they ever found out that she went “crazy” and had to be hospitalized for a month due to severe manic depression was not something she ever wanted to see.
They were both aware that she still regularly saw a shrink, but neither were aware she was once one fry short of a Happy Meal. Only Sasha knew that she walked a very fine line between normal and nuts, and anything revolving the heart could send her spiraling out of control faster than a Jimmy John’s delivery.
Losing her shit over a man sent her to crazy town her senior year in college after the break-up with her boyfriend Andrew. Had it not been from the psychological toll on her brain, coupled with severe anxiety and stress over school, she would have never become so
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