Page 86 of Saving the Last Heir
“Where would you like to go?” Jackson asked.
After the bar fight, I figured it would be good to steer clear of Juan’s for another week or two. My brain was too fried from work to think of anything good.
“You choose,” I said.
Jackson grinned to himself before straightening and moving around the table until he was right next to me. The proximity sent pleasant chills up my spine.
He placed a hand on the wall beside my head, moving close until his face was only a foot from mine.
“Do you want to get messy?” he whispered.
“Uh…” I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “What?”
He slipped his index finger into the loop of my pants and tugged gently. “You know,messy. Hot and wet. Maybe…” His warm breath brushed my ear, and I shivered. “I can suck it off your fingers.”
Well, that’s it. I need a fresh pair of panties.
Unable to help myself, I glanced at Jackson’s crotch before meeting his eyes again.
“You have afilthymind,” Jackson said with a grin. “I was talking about barbecue, Shyanne.” He released my belt loop and wagged his finger at me. “You’re a naughty girl.”
I pushed him back playfully. “Smart ass. Just for that, you’re buying again.”
Jackson directed me to drive to The Smoke Pit, a barbecue place that was fairly legendary around town, though I’d never had the chance to try it. When we got out of the Jeep, the aroma of smoke, fat, and spices filled my nostrils, and my jaw ached as saliva flooded my mouth.
After seating ourselves, a server stopped by to grab our orders.
“Two blue moons, please,” Jackson said. “With orange slices.”
“You got it,” she said, scribbling away. “What did y’all want to eat, or do you need a bit?”
Jackson shook his head. “We’re ready. Give us the feast for two special.”
“Gotcha. You get three meats, and four sides, along with our cheesy cornbread.”
“Pork ribs, brisket, and the smoked sausage for the meats, and the mustard potato salad, coleslaw, mac and cheese, and collard greens for the sides. Bring out both the mild and spicy barbecue sauce, too.”
“Ten-four, good buddy.” The waitress winked at him. “I’ll be right out with your drinks.”
“Holy shit, that’s going to be a lot of food,” I said.
Jackson smirked at me. “I heard your stomach growling. Don’t act like you don’t want it.”
Oh, this man knew what he was doing with his innuendos. Ididwant it. Sex with him had been mind-blowing. We’d been too busy and stressed while planning this job to have partaken in each other’s company since. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t masturbated to memories of it afewtimes.
“I guess you’re right,” I said, cocking an eyebrow. “Idowant it.
The server must have noticed the sexual tension the instant she returned, because she hurried away as soon as she’d set the drinks down. Jackson put his hand on mine, tracing the lines of the veins and bones with his finger as he looked into my eyes.
“You know, it’s really impressive what you were able to do in so little time,” he said. “You’re amazing.”
Typically, I wasn’t one to fall for flattery, but his words struck a chord with me. I wanted to impress him, because I enjoyed seeing him look at me like that. That confused me a little, since I’dneverwanted something like that from a man before.
The food came out next, all of it piled on a massive aluminum baking tray. All sexual thoughts took a backseat to my hunger. We dug in, not caring if we made a mess of ourselves. It was so refreshing. Usually, on dates, I was always so worried about how I looked that I only ordered food that could be eaten easily and wouldn’t be messy. Now? Jackson and I devoured the food, sauce smearing our fingers and lips. Something about it was also somewhat carnal.
“Try this,” Jackson said, holding a slice of the smoked sausage to my lips. “They make it in-house.”
As he slipped the sausage into my mouth, the symbolism wasnotlost on me. Before he could pull away, I wrapped my lips around his fingers and slid my tongue across the fingertips, tasting the sauce on them. Jackson’s eyes lit up.
