And Jack would be damned if that wasn’t the smoothest shot of tequila he’d ever had.
“Nothing like that shit we had at the club on Monday, is it?” Jessica asked.
Sitting next to him, the table small enough that they’d all squeezed together, the length of her thigh pressed against his.
Emboldened by the liquor, though he’d only downed one shot, he reached out and settled his palm on her knee.
She didn’t shove his touch away, and he took that as a good sign.
Across the table, Chad was challenging the rest of the group to see who could finish their shots the fastest. Thankfully, when he pulled out his phone and pressed start on the stopwatch feature, he was too absorbed in the competition to realize Jack and Jessica weren’t participating.
“Look,” Jack said quietly, giving her leg a little squeeze, “I’m sorry about last night. I get where you’re coming from, and if this is all we get, I don’t want to spend a single second with things strained and weird between us.”
“It’s okay,” she said quietly.
“No it’s not,” Jack said, knowing he needed to comfort her, to placate her, to let her know he wouldn’t ask for anything she wasn’t willing to give. “I crossed a line, and it won’t happen again.”
Before Jessica could respond, someone slammed their hand on the table, forcing the drinkware to jump and rattle. Unfortunately, that meant Jack and Jessica ended up wearing their remaining shots when they tipped and spilled.
“Chad!” Jack yelled, rising to his feet.
“What?” his friend asked. “You should’ve drunk them when you had the chance.”
Though he was fuming, Jack grabbed Jessica’s hand instead of landing his fist in the center of Chad’s face.
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
“What? You don’t want to smell like a raging alcoholic until we can go back to the resort and change?”
Jack chuckled at the joke. “Not particularly, no.”
He towed her down the hall, where thelosbañoswere located, according to a sign hanging overhead.
The restroom was much smaller than he’d anticipated, and though Jessica didn’t take up all that much space, Jack certain did, and he had to contort himself awkwardly between the toilet and the sink—which were far too close together, in his opinion—while Jessica swiped a mountain of paper towels against his soaked tee and shorts.
All he could do was watch as she mopped him up, and his dick threatened to stiffen under her ministrations.
“Sunshine,” he rasped.
She looked up at him, eyes wide with innocence. She really had no idea what she was doing to him.
Turning to withdraw his own stack of towels from the dispenser, he set about returning the favor. But when his eyes slid over a droplet of tequila that had landed on her collarbone and clung there, like a hiker hanging onto a cliff face for dear life, he couldn’t resist.
Slowly, he leaned forward and brushed his mouth over her skin, capturing the liquor with his lips, then straightening and, eyes locked with hers, licking it away.
His name was an exhaled breath leaving her lips before she launched herself at him.
It was the most natural thing in the world to lift her off her feet, and the way she slung her legs around his waist seemed like something they’d done a thousand times. He had her backed against the wall and his mouth on hers in seconds.
Unlike their previous kisses, which were languid and unhurried, this was rushed and frantic.
Jessica bit his lip and clawed at his clothes, and she’d nearly succeeded in dropping his pants to his ankles when sense returned.
“Jess.”
She froze in his arms, pulling away to look at him, her eyes wide with shock.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, instantly returning her feet to the floor. “I’m so sorry.”
