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I grunt. “Of course not...” I clear my throat. “It is very hard, though. What with being made of stone.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Did you just make a joke?”
I shrug. “That bad huh?”
She smiles at me. “OK, but this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve given private lap dances before and managed not to gettied up,” she lisfts up on her elbows to cock an eyebrow at me. “I’ve fucked guys, and there’s no ring on this finger.”
I scrub my hand over my face. Just the thought of her fucking other guys does nasty things to my insides. The thought of her giving lap dances to other guys has me itching to punch something. The only thing stopping me from tearing apart the room is the thought of her dancing inmylap. So I hang on to that. I sit with my back against the foot of the bed and shake my head.
A few moments later, the corner of the blanket tickles my arm and a shapely calf slips one to either side of me. Jessie’s small, cool fingertips smooth over my brow. “That bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“No.” I’m scowling more than ever. What right do I have to be bothered by what she does? She’d never accept me. She can never bemine.
“It does!” She comes around to stand in front of me and I have to avert my eyes. The jacket is gone again and her tantalizing body is on display save for a few scraps of fabric. God, the witchcraft of modern underwear. It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it always casts a spell on me. It’s nothing compared to the spell cast by her pure, naked form, though. Jessie slips the bra off. I know because it drops to the floor on the exact spot on the carpet where I’m rigidly fixing my gaze. I groan.
“How long do you think we have before the owners get home?” she asks.
I inhale, then let out a long shaky breath. “The scents in this apartment are old. They haven’t been here for weeks. Perhaps months.”
“Huh.” The panties join the bra on the floor and I swallow.
“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to.”
Two small hands clasp my cheeks and direct my face until I’m looking up at her. Sweet Christ, she is just as stunning as I remember. My eyes don’t know which curve to trace.
“I know, but I want to, OK? Because I can’t offer everything to you and have you look at me like you did in that tower.”
I stare at her, to shocked to speak. When I finally find my voice, it’s rough as hell. “Look at you like what?”
“Like you didn’t want me anywhere near you.”
“Fuck, Jessie—”
She puts her hand over my mouth. “Just don’t say anything. Can you just let me do this?”
Holy fucking Christ! I’d be mad not to.
