Page 12 of A Dirty Business
I glanced to where she’d come from, seeing her remaining friends all looking our way. They were trying to sneak their looks, but they were horrible at it. The one friend, the one I knew was her roommate, wasn’t hiding at all. She was grinning widely at us and almost clapping her hands. Her delight was obvious.
“Your friend has horrible taste in men.”
She sucked in her breath, and I saw her fingers tighten on the edge of the table. She’d been holding on. I’d missed that part, but now even that captivated me.
“That’s what I thought.” Her eyes locked with mine, growing heated, some anger shining through. “You’re a bad guy.”
I paused before I responded because there was more here.
She wanted me back. I knew the signs, but she was fighting herself, and it seemed I had just confirmed her suspicion.
I gave her a slow smile, knowing it was a predatory one. “You already knew that much, but you also know that it won’t stop what will happen between you and me.”
She leaned back.
Eric was returning, pausing when he saw she was across from me. He gave me a slight nod, flashing two fingers, and moved to the bar, where he slid onto one of the stools. The owner, who had been sneaking looks at us, moved to serve Eric.
I scanned the room. For a moment, no one was watching us.
I moved, grabbing her hand, and before she could yelp, I whisked her through the exit door.
“What are you—”
My mouth found hers, and she froze.
Finally. I know how she tastes.
I waited, my lips coaxing over hers, waiting for her reaction.
Then she gave in.
I angled my head, taking advantage because I knew this wasn’t going to last, but my god, I was going to savor every taste I got of her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
JESS
He had me against the wall, and my arms were around him.
It happened so fast. With his touch on my arm, he had me out of the booth and through the door, and then bam, his lips were on mine, and I hadn’t been expecting it. Not that touch. Not any of it. As soon as his fingers were on me, there was an explosion of sensation.
A feeling of familiarity, and of home, and excitement, all at once.
But then his lips were touching mine, and that was a whole other ball game.
My body was burning up. The looks. The feeling of him watching me all night long. How he had enjoyed me at the game, all of it was rolled up in one burst of electricity.
I could’ve climbed him like he was my own pole, but all I did, for one brief moment, was give in.
I surrendered, because he hadn’t been the only one thinking of this since that Thursday night. My body had been aching, but then sanity came back to me, and I shoved him off.
I was panting, my pulse pounding. My whole body was flushed, and I was sweating.
His gaze was unsteady, and I felt a moment of triumph, because I did that to him. Not that he’d been quiet about wanting me, but he’d felt in control. This whole time, he’d been toying with me, but now he was off kilter, and I was the reason.
This wasn’t just a one-way street. I had power over him too.
His eyes glazed over, and he began to move in again.
