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Judging by the stars in her eyes and the drool on the corner of her mouth, I'm betting on the latter.
Honestly, I don’t blame her. I really don’t because Jackson looksgood. Better than good. A silky, pale shirt clinging to every muscle and complimenting his skin tone, long hair slick and styled, and Jesus Christ, hishands. The ring he stole from me isn’t alone tonight, and the gold bands accompanying it are doing everything in their power to hold my full attention, battling with the rest of Jackson.
I barely taste whatever the hell I eat, way more focused on the deft fingers tracing circles just below the hem of my skirt. Every so often, he sweeps higher, fingertips grazing my inner thighs lightly but oh-so-fucking-purposefully. Each extra centimeter has me jerking in my seat, once so hard, the fork in my hand clatters to the floor.
Little shit.
I try to get my own back. You know, the classic ‘oops, I dropped my cutlery, let me just accidentally brush your crotch on my way to get it.’
I’m barely upright again before a strong hand closes around mine. Even as his eyes flare and his voice drops to that dangerous timbre, Jackson exudes composure. “Keep that up, Lu, and I'll fuck you right here on this table.”
I have to clamp my lips together to prevent the embarrassing noise brewing in my throat from sneaking out.
Smirking, Jackson pats my thigh, fingers squeezing tightly and remaining there for the rest of dinner.
He's long since let go but still, as we leisurely stroll the short distance back to our hotel, I still feel his burning, branding touch. It’s almost annoying how affected I am by him while he remains unrattled. How he’s all calm and collected on our way back to the room while I'm a jittery mess. I keep waiting for his demeanor to shift, for him to pounce like he's been promising, but he doesn't.
A pout forms when we go the entire elevator ride without him making a move, and the longer he goes without touching me, the more pronounced said-pout gets. By the time we get back to the room, I'm a bundle of horny irritation bordering on an almighty tantrum.
The rational part of my brain knows this is his goal, getting me frustrated and using my brattiness against me, but still, I play right into his hand. And he loves it; his self-satisfied smirk proves it.
Once we’re back in the room, I’m contemplating whether locking myself in the bathroom would be a step too far when hands on my waist pull me to a stop. Hair swept to the side, lips fall to my neck, kissing softly. “You have a nice night?”
I suffocate my soft sigh. “Mmhmm.”
“You didn't want dessert?”
“Nothing that was on the menu.”
Jackson releases a slow, low chuckle. “Always so impatient.”
“Horny,” I correct. “I'm horny, Jackson”
That evokes a real laugh, one that rumbles from his chest and vibrates through me when he drops his head to my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Lu.”
“Just being honest.” I shrug his hands off, spinning to face him as I perform a serious act of contortion to unzip my dress. “And, honestly, I'm starting to think you're a fraud.”
Jackson’s laughter stills, his smirk dimming slightly. “A fraud?”
“All talk, no action.”
The smirk disappears. The playfulness ebbs away as dark brows arch slowly. “Is that so?”
I hum nonchalantly as I let my dress fall, feeling his gaze drop to my chest as the material pools around my feet. Jackson’s jaw clenches, his tongue running over his teeth, his hands forming fists at his side. “Lu?”
“Hm?”
“Get on the bed.”
* * *
Anticipation crackles in the room like lightning.
My chest feels tight as I cautiously follow Jackson’s command. He stalks toward me the minute my ass hits the mattress, coming to a stop a few feet too far away for my liking. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, and if I didn't know myself better, I'd swear they were nerves.
Luna fucking Evans. Nervous about sex.
Ha.
