Page 73 of Don't Lie to Me

Just like I was desperate now.

“I take it everything is okay with Logan?” he asked with a smirk. I ignored the deep, baritone tremor in his voice and shook my head. “Can I take your coat?”

I smiled and turned my back to him, undoing my belt. “Sure.”

He hissed in a breath through his teeth as he lowered my coat to my elbows, and then he froze. I bit back a smile as he muttered a string of curse words. I slinked out of my coat and took a few steps away, so he could see the full effect, before he could slide the coat back on.

“Fu-ck,” he muttered when I turned around. He rubbed one hand down his face and closed his eyes, most likely hoping he was seeing a mirage.

I looked down at my black thigh highs, lacey garter belt and matching black lace demi bra and back to him and smiled.

“Get dressed,” he demanded and held out my coat.

I took a few steps backwards and shook my head. “We need to talk.”

“You think I can talk when you look like that? Christ, Emma. You’re not even wearing underwear.” His frustration, and arousal, were evident and I didn’t bother hiding my giggle of happiness. I was watching him unravel in front of me.

“You like me bare for you.” I rubbed the palms of my hands against my hips and thighs, resisting the urge to cover up in front of him.

“Shit.” He turned and left the room, running upstairs, faster than I had ever seen him move while I stood still, in the middle of his living room, shocked that he had run away from me. I frowned, and just as I debated whether to hang my head and slink out of there, or chase him upstairs, I heard his footsteps in the hallway upstairs and knew he was coming back down.

He held out one of his white dress shirts, staying an arms-length away from me. Frustration etched in every one of his facial features.

“No.” I crossed my arms against my stomach. It only served to push my full, aching breasts up further and I watched Jack’s gaze settle on them, before drifting lower to my bare skin that I knew he wanted to get his hands on. He couldn’t hide his desire from me.

Even if it pissed him off that he wanted me.

“Put the shirt on.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I can’t talk to you when you’re dressed like this. Put the damn shirt on and I’ll talk to you.”

I took it from him reluctantly and pushed my arms through my sleeves. “It’s on.”

I smiled when he cursed at me again. “Button. It.”

I started laughing. I couldn’t help it. I loved his frustration. I loved how his eyes darkened, knowing how much he wanted me. How hard he was trying to resist taking me and having his way with me. I reveled in it and I knew I could have him back. Every look he gave me showed me how much he loved me. I saw how much he desired me. His pants grew tighter as his crotch grew more uncomfortable and I giggled again. I did. Like a school girl, and I didn’t care.

“You do it,” I finally said, not surprised at all that my voice came out in a deep whisper.

Jack closed his mouth and I watched as he licked across the front of his teeth. With his hands balled into tights fists at his sides, I knew he was trying to resist ripping his shirt off and throwing me over his couch again.

I loved it. I loved how I could bring him to the brink of losing all self-control. I watched him debate what I said before he finally closed the space between us. He started at the lowest button and focused on each button and his fingers as if it were the most precious project in the entire world. He held his shirt and hands far enough away from me so there was no chance of his skin brushing up against mine.

I smiled down at him and looked around the living room, remembering the night he made me come, straddled on his couch, the first night he said he wanted to try dating me. I bit my cheek to keep my tears away at the memory.

“How does it feel?” I whispered as he continued to work, shakily, on the buttons on his shirt. He grunted something unintelligible and I continued. “How does it feel to walk into every room of this place and remember what it was like when I was spread out for your pleasure, Jack?” I didn’t give him a chance to answer before I flung more questions at him.

“Do you remember how I tasted when you had me on your kitchen counter? Do you think of how I sucked your cocked when you were sitting at the desk in your office? Do you miss the way my thighs wrap around your waist when you slide into me and completely fill me?”

He dropped his shirt and stepped away so quickly, rubbing the back of his hair, that for a second I wondered if I pushed him too far. Had I pissed him off so much he was going to throw me out again?

I almost regretted getting carried away until he turned away and I saw that his face was flushed. His cheeks were pink and he was so turned on, his pupils were almost completely dilated, his breathing heavy.

“What in the hell has gotten into you?” He exhaled loudly, staring at me, from too far away. He looked at me as if I was a wanted but dangerous treasure. As if one simple touch would destroy him. I knew exactly how he felt as he stared at me, breathing heavily, the tendons in his neck sticking out. My pulse raced and for the first time in weeks, I felt alive.

“You did, Jack. You made me fall in love with you, to want you every second of every day, and I know you love me too. And I’m not leaving today until you make love to me like you love to do, and then tell me what’s going on.”

“I. Can’t.” He spit it out with such frustration that I knew I was close to getting what I wanted. What I needed.

“Can’t or won’t?” I asked with an arched eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me, Jack.”

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