Free Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) by Chiah Wilder

muscles rippling.
    She took a step backward as her eyes slid up and down Jax’s fine physique. She had never seen a man who had such a well-defined body. His abs and pecs were perfectly sculpted, and his hard, bulging biceps made her drool. She wanted to wrap her hands around them and lick them. She was a sucker for ripped arms, and standing before her was a man who oozed sex from every pore of his body.
    Clearing his throat, Jax smiled and said, “Well?”
    Red streaks glowed on her pale skin when she realized Jax knew she was checking him out and loving what she saw. “Uh… I don’t know, the usual, I guess. I don’t use it that much. I don’t cook very often.”
    “I gotta talk to the other two. This is, like, the third time I’ve been out here in six months. They keep pouring grease down it.”
    “Oh?” Cherri couldn’t take her eyes off Jax’s body—it was magnificent. Skull tattoos, Gothic designs, daggers, and Insurgents’ sayings wove around his chest and arms, creating an eclectic tapestry. His snug jeans showed off his firm ass and a dick that she imagined would feel real good inside her. Damn, this guy is sexy.
    “Like what you see, sugar?” Jax, voice husky, approached her.
    Wide-eyed, Cherri shook her head, backed up, and fell down on the sofa. Jax bent down, put his face close to hers, and said, “No need to be scared, sweetness. It makes me fuckin’ horny to see you lookin’ at me like you wanna fuck me.” He licked his finger then gently traced her full lips with it.
    She knew he felt her shiver under his touch. Turning her head away, she mumbled, “I wasn’t checking you out, not really. It’s just that it looks like you work out a lot.” Who the hell was she kidding? She was almost salivating, her breasts ached to be touched, spasms built in her core, and her panties were damp. What was the matter with her? She didn’t want a boyfriend in her life; she had no time for that type of problem.
    “I do work out, sugar. A lot. Glad you like it. Why don’t you explore with those pretty hands of yours?”
    Snapping out of her desire-filled fog, Cherri pushed Jax back a little then stood up. “Can’t. Today’s my only day off this week, so I have a ton of shit to do.”
    She moved out of his reach, sprinted up the stairs, and ran to her room, the sound of Jax’s chuckles echoing in her ears. She closed the door, breathing deeply. Why did he have such an effect on her? It wasn’t like she’d never seen a good-looking man before. When she used to strip in gentlemen’s clubs in Denver, she’d seen several nice-looking guys from all walks of life. She’d do lap dances for them, take their phone numbers, and move on. She never got involved with any of the customers outside of the club; she kept her private life separate. But this deal with Jax blew her mind and pissed her off. She had to keep her body in check. She had to keep reminding herself he was a controlling bastard and heartbreaker… but his touch was so gentle, and his eyes sparkled whenever his smile lit up his face. Damn, girl—stop it!
    Noticing clothes strewn over her chair and several pairs of unboxed shoes on the floor, Cherri busied herself by straightening out her room. Turning up the music, her body moved to the songs of Green Day. When she finished, she bent down to pick up the last pair of shoes, her butt hitting something behind her. Spinning around, she fell into Jax’s arms.
    “What the hell? Don’t you know you’re supposed to knock?” She brushed the hair off her face.
    Jax, hunger in his eyes, tightened his grip on her. “I did knock, but you didn’t hear over the music. Sink’s good to go. And… nice ass.”
    Tugging away, she said, “You’re finished already? Whoa, you’re fast.”
    “Well…”
    Blushing, Cherri shifted in place, occupying herself with a pair of shoes in her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jax look her over before she went to her closet and put the shoes in a box