Page 61 of Saving the Last Heir
“And why is that?” I asked, leaning across the table to be closer to him.
He stared at me, the tension rising the longer he stayed silent. Then he shrugged. “I want to make sure that you’re fully in control later on.”
My mouth went dry. Heart fluttering, I said, “And why would I need to be?”
Jackson moved in closer, his face so close to mine that I could have moved forward another couple of inches and kissed him.
“Because when you sayyes,I want you to mean it. I don’t want to worry that it’s the alcohol talking.”
Unbidden, warmth pulsed between my legs, as though warm honey had suddenly poured across my pussy. There would benomistaking it. If this happened, then every time I said yes there’d be no misinterpretation.
“Here’s your drink.”
The spell between Jackson and I burst with the arrival of the server.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, thanks,” I said, grabbing the cocktail, and taking a drink to steady myself. “Let’s dance.”
“Why not?” Jackson rose and took my hand.
We moved onto the dance floor just as the band began playing a sexy and more upbeat version of a song I recognized from one of Dad’s classic rock mixes—“Strange Way” by Firefall. Jackson and I inched out into an open spot on the floor. With my arms around his neck, his hands on my hips, we moved to the music. I could smell the faint hint of his cologne—a masculine scent I liked.
Pressing close, I thought I noticed a rigid hardness against my thigh as our bodies grinded together. Even that vague sensation of his cock against me sent my already skyrocketing arousal into overdrive. As the band switched to another song, my panties grew wet as I imagined what it would be like to have Jackson peel my pants off and slide?—
“Well, now, ain’tthiscute?”
The pleasant haze of building sexual tension shattered at the sound of Dusty’s voice. The sheer surprise of hearing him made me yelp and clutch at Jackson.
“Dusty?” I said dumbly.
“Damn right,” he growled. “You and I have some talking to do.”
He completely ignored Jackson, which seemed rather impressive since the man stood a solid six inches taller and outweighed him by at least thirty pounds and all of that muscle. Dusty reached out, trying to grab my hand.
“What do you know about my place getting broken into?” he said.
Before he could touch me, Jackson’s hand shot out, grabbing Dusty’s wrist lightning fast, his hand slapping against Dusty’s skin. Dusty blinked in surprise and yanked his arm back.
“And who thefuckis this?” Dusty said, eyeing Jackson with contempt. “And why thefuckdoes he think he gets to touch me?”
“Dusty, I don’t know shit about your place being broken into,” I lied. “Can you please leave us alone? I think I told you what would happen the next time I saw you, didn’t I?”
“That was before I found out someone broke into my place. Did you hire someone to do that? Lost a few hundred bucks in upholstery,andmy security camera hard drive. Pretty damned interesting that it all happened while you were trying to get into my pants.”
I nearly spat in his face. While I was trying to get intohispants? I seemed to remember things going the other way.
“I wouldn’t doanythingwith your fucking pants even if you paid me for it. How is itmyfault somebody broke into your place? I thought you had a security guy anyway.”
“He’s been fired,” Dusty said. “Listen, we can forget all this. Let’s go to my place. We can talk it out, have some wine, then I’ll spread those pretty brown legs and show you how good I can be. Make it all up to me. Do that, and I won’t get the cops involved.”
“Enough,” Jackson said and shoved Dusty back.
The other man stumbled away, but remained standing. The rest of the patrons had noticed the standoff and moved back, giving Jackson and Dusty a circle. The band’s playing tapered off into a discordant melody before totally dying. Everyone in the buildingeyed the two men with wary anticipation. They could all see where this was going.
Dusty, who seemed to becompletelyoblivious as to how outclassed he was in size and strength, glared at Jackson with murderous eyes. The guy had an ego so big he must have been wholly incapable of seeinganyoneas a threat. It wasn’t a good way to live life.
“You gonna touch me again?” Dusty said, and pressed a thumb to his chest. “Big man thinks he’s got the juice? Huh?” He pulled his shoulders back and began rolling his sleeves up. “You picked the wrong man tonight, bitch.”
“Hey!” a shout from the bar.
