Page 33 of Jaz
“Wanna try me?”
She seemed to contemplate it, the little wench. He squeezed her ass and pulled her even closer. He cared little about their captive audience. He’d take her on the bar if Mac wasn’t still there.
“Yes, but not here.”
He feigned disappointment. “Damn. Okay. Wave to all your well-wishers.” Instead she buried her head in his neck and squeezed her arms around him, shaking her head. All he did was smile.
“Goodnight.” He tossed the words over his shoulder and kissed Jackie on the cheek. She held the door open for him and his embarrassed piece of birthday goodness to walk through. “How the hell are you gonna go back in there after that little performance if you wouldn’t even tell them good night?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled.
“You know they know exactly what we are going to do once we leave here.”
“Yes.”
“And you couldn’t contain yourself long enough to get back to the car?”
“Obviously not. Complaining?”
He set her on the hood of his car and bracketed her between his hands as he leaned down, face level with hers. “Not a bit. You can jump me like that anytime the urge strikes you.”
“Even after tonight?”
The second the words were out of her mouth, she looked down and clamped a hand over her lips. He licked at her fingers, sliding his tongue between each one until he could kiss her. “Yes. Especially after tonight.” He pushed into the space separating them until she was flat against the metal. “I’m all about wanting to see you a lot. I want you, Mandi. I want to get so deep under your skin like you’ve gotten under mine.”
Her legs slid up along his, slow and sensual, until they wrapped around him. Her hips tilted upward, open and welcoming him between her thighs. “You are. I … I didn’t want to hope for more. I mean, come on … I’m, well, I don’t know what I am, but, you’re hot and … Well, you’re you. God, Jaz, what would you want with me for anything longer than a night and a day and another night of damn good sex?”
“Oh, I can’t think of a lot of things I want with you that have nothing to do with damn good sex.”
“You can?”
Why did she look so sad at that comment? “Yeah, but every one of those things begins and ends with damn good sex. Sometimes some of those things would contain damn good sex in the middle too.”
“You’re teasing me.”
Her pout was adorable and oh so fake. “Yeah. I am. Baby, there are so many reasons for me to want you. I’ll be glad to spell them all out in great detail for you later, but now is not the time.” He kissed the tip of her nose and tugged at her legs until they dropped. He stood and pulled her up off the car. “Now let’s get to a bed. I still have a few hours of being the best goddamn birthday present ever.”
“Oh yeah, you are definitely that.”
She sashayed over to the passenger side of the car. He could do nothing more than watch with his mouth hanging open as she untied the halter part of her top. “Mandi …”
She let the two ends of the tie drop and he was helpless as the fabric dropped too, one side catching on the end of her nipple. She took a deep breath and it fell, exposing her completely to him and to anyone who might walk out of Katz at that moment.
“Fuckin’ tease. Brave when no one’s watchin’, huh?”
She smiled and popped the snap on her jeans. Holy. Hell. “So,” she inquired as she slid the zipper down, one metal tooth at a time, “which boots should I wear when we get back to my place? These or …?”
“Dammit, woman, get in the car,” he growled over his shoulder. He yanked his door open and slid in behind the wheel as she started to push her pants down. She was tryin’ her best to kill him. His dick hurt. His balls hurt. His gut hurt from wanting her so friggin’ much.
He jammed the key in the ignition and turned it, cranking the car and revving the engine. He leaned across the center console and rolled the window down in the passenger side door. “Get in the car, Mandi or I swear to god I will fuck you where you stand.”
“Oh that sounds promising.” But she got in the car anyway.
“Chicken shit,” he whispered, his voice raw and full of affection.
“A little.”
Her mix of shyness and bravado clawed and clutched at him. He never knew what he was going to get from one minute to the next. He watched her, wondering which side of her would emerge first, and was always surprised. He’d seen so many different facets of her personality over the last six months, and more in the hours they’d spent together today.
