He nods. "If you ask nicely."
"What if I beg?"
His pupils dilate.
"What if I get on my knees"—I lean closer, so he has a perfect view of my boobs, and I rest my hand on his thigh—"and beg you to come on my chest?"
He swallows hard.
Fuck, it feels good having him under my thumb.
"Where did you learn to talk like this?" His fingertips skim my collarbone.
My sex clenches. "I don't know." I take another sip of my slush. Lime. Tequila. Sugar. More sugar. "Maybe all those stories."
"You never want to hear them."
"You still tell me," I say.
"'Cause I want to make you blush."
"You do."
"I think"—He leans down to press his lips to my collarbone—"I always wanted to turn you on."
"Yeah?" I lean into his kiss. It feels good. Too good. I'm ready to strip right here in the hotel lounge.
"Didn't realize it. Not consciously. But, fuck, I think I've wanted you for a long time."
"Me too." I take another sip then offer him the straw.
He takes a long sip. Swallows hard.
"I, um, Jackson said that was part of why he… why we…" God, I don't want to face this. I want it to disappear. But it won't. I know what happens when I run from my feelings. I have the scars to prove it.
But knowing it doesn't work doesn't make it any easier.
There has to be a reason why this didn't happen sooner.
He always knows what he wants.
He always tells me what he wants.
If he really wanted me all this time—
"He cheated on me." I push the words from my lips. They're messy. And ugly. But I need to tell someone. "I didn't know. I didn't have any idea. Until I found this extra lingerie in my dresser. When I asked him about it, he confessed. He wanted to tell me. He wanted out."
"You didn't?"
"I don't know. I was thinking about that, honestly. It didn't occur to me that we were supposed to get married. I mean, it did. But I didn't go wanting to call it off. I just wanted to know the truth."
"Do you?"
"Kind of. I mean, he told me what happened. But I… I don't know why it happened." I swallow another sip of lime slush. "He blamed you."
"He's the one who stuck his dick in someone else."
"No. I… I think he was right. He thought I was in love with you. I mean, I don't know if it's that… I—"