Page 20 of Capri

“I’d beg you if you did.” His wicked grin makes me feel things. Things I’m not sure I’m fully prepared for.

He’s forward, too. Love that for me.

I giggle, playing off his comment. Just when I think he might be done, Jones turns to me and says, “There’s something about you I can’t quite figure out.”

My brows rise. “Um, in a good way or bad way?”

Please say good.

“In a good way. Maybe it’s just that I wasn’t expecting you.”

My stomach drops. “I’m sorry, I told Collie I wouldn’t come if I wasn’t invi?—”

He touches my arm softly. “No, that’s not it. I meant yesterday. Meeting you caught me by surprise. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Capri. And that’s something I’ve never experienced.”

“You’ve never thought about a woman before?” I tease.

He chuckles. “More like, I’ve never been so lost in a woman I just met.”

My stomach flutters, and a thrill runs through me at his declaration. Jones has been thinking ofme.

“Was it my ability to eat mini jawbreakers like a pro?” I smile.

His hand runs down the length of my forearm, making a soft circle on my wrist. I didn’t even realize he never let go. “That and how fucking beautiful you looked in that already bright room.”

“Jones,” I warn him. “You know I’m only here for a week, right?”

He shrugs, not seeming to be bothered. “I didn’t, but that’s okay. I just want to spend time with you, Capri. I mean, what are the chances we’d run into each other again?”

I laugh. “I’d say pretty slim.” My stomach is now in knots.

“Then let’s not worry about a week from now. Be with me today.”

When he says things like that, I lose my ability to think. He has no idea how complicated I am—what I’m recovering from.

I’m in no place emotionally to fall for someone. Hell, I can’t even tell you where I see myself next year.

“Be with you today? What does that even mean?” I ask, giggling softly.

Jones steps closer, putting him just a breath away as he tucks a fallen curl behind my ear. “Let me enjoy you. However I see fit.”

Good god. This was not a part of the plan. But I told Collie I’d fuck the plans. So, now there are no plans except the offer coming from a man I’m almost positive knows his way around a woman’s body better than I know my own.

Can I really do this? Give my body to someone I just met and keep my heart out of it?

Lost in the potential of bliss, I cast him a small smile. “I can’t offer you anything more than that, Jones. My life is messy.”

“I’m good with messy things. In fact, it’s where I excel the most.” He smirks.

“Be serious here.” I look down as a mix of nervousness and excitement overcomes me.

Jones brings his hand to my chin and slowly lifts my head. “I expect nothing from you after this, Capri. I’m just not sure I can watch you walk away without exploring this feeling. I had no idea I’d see you again.”

“Is that your way of saying you want to fuck me, Jones?”

I surprise myself with my forwardness.

“Fuck,” he groans. “As frank and insane as it may sound, yes. I want to fuck you. More than anything, I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

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