Chapter 32: The Grace of a Gazelle

**Jax**

She angled her body so she could see me, propped her arm on the back of the couch, and raised a single brow in tandem with the corner of her very full, very kissable lips. And her unspoken challenge hit me like a bullseye.

"You wanna go to bed, too?" F*ck. I did not just ask her that, did I? "No." I shook my head. "I mean. . . are you going to bed as well, or are you going to stay up for a while?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"What you're going to do." Her face broke into a smile that was both welcoming and terrifying.

I had a sudden feeling this girl was going to make me earn every little inch I wanted to take. Time to return the favor.

"What would you like me to do?" My voice was soaked with innuendo, and based on how pink her cheeks turned, she was picking up what I was putting down. Good.

She lifted her shoulder in a delicate shrug. "Whatever you want to do." Her words sounded an awful lot like an invitation. Then she twisted back around so she was facing forward.