It takes a couple of seconds to figure out what she’s talking about. How did I forget that tonight it’s all about the sex? I don’t talk about personal shit with chicks I fuck. Not interested. They know the score.
Jas knows the score.
Yeah, it’s all about the sex, but fuck. We’ve got all night.
“My shoulders can take it.” My grin is faint because I know she won’t take me up on the offer. What the hell am I thinking? I don’t want her crying all over me. Even after all this time and how things ended between us, I wouldn’t be able to stand that. Never could. Once I would’ve taken on the world for her, to stop her tears.
Once, I did…
I can’t think about that. Not now, not ever.
“I know they can.” She swirls the dark wine in her glass, apparently fascinated by it. “But that’s not why you’re here. It’s not whywe’rehere.” Her gaze clashes with mine. “Is it?”
It’s not a challenge. It’s like she’s reminding me, as though she thinks I’ve forgotten. It shouldn’t matter that she doesn’t want anything but sex from me. It’s all I offered. All I damn well want.
“I’m only here for one thing.” I toss the rest of the wine down my throat and bang the glass onto the table. “It’s all that’s left between us.”
The words ring hollow in my ears, and I ignore the ache in my chest. It was always so much more thanjust sexwith Jas, but it shouldn’t be this hard, after all this time, to relegate her to the horde of forgettable one-night stands.
Her smile doesn’t light up her face in the way I remember. Damn my memories. I thought I’d killed them all years ago, but they’re still here, swarming beneath the surface.
“And this time it’s legal.”
I snort out a laugh, even though a part of me balks that she’s so easily pierced my armor. “You never complained.”
“Why would I? You kept me waiting a year after we first started seeing each other.”
“I keptyouwaiting?” Before I can stop myself, I grab her hand and pull her toward me. “That’s not how I remember it.”
“Selective amnesia.” This time her smile warms something deep inside me, and I don’t even try and stop it. “I had to get you drunk and pin you down on my bed before you got the hint.”
I leer at her, and she snuggles against me as she shakes with silent laughter. “Best birthday present you ever got. Admit it.”
“I do admit it. You were worth waiting for.”
So were you.I keep that locked down tight. Not going back there, ever, and I fork my fingers through her tangled hair as she slides her hand beneath my cut.
“Fuck, this takes me back.” The words are out before I can stop them, and for a second she freezes, then our gazes clash. I don’t want to think about the past. Why is that so fucking hard? It’s all I’ve done since meeting her again.
“At least this time we don’t have to worry about being caught.” She wriggles on top of me, straddling my thighs, and grasps my shoulders. “Not that it ever seemed to bother you.”
I grip her naked ass and haul her closer. “You got off on the danger.” She didn’t, and always used to worry about everything, but I’ll be damned if I let her know how much I used to enjoy looking out for her. Being her protector. “Get this dress off.”
I half expect some sass, but she straightens and then slowly tugs the dress up over her head, rocking her hips like she’s performing a show. I’ve had plenty of lap dances in my time, but nothing as hot as seeing Jas toss her dress onto the floor and fling back her head, her hair falling over her shoulders in a black wave.
“Take off your cut.” She unclips her bra and dangles it from one finger, but I can’t tear my gaze from her gorgeous tits.
“Not happening.” Sure, I want to get naked with her. And I will. But on my terms. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her close so I can suck one tempting nipple into my mouth.
My dick strains against my zipper, and the way she sighs and digs her fingers through my hair doesn’t help any. I run my hands over her back and thighs. She arches into me, lifting her ass from my lap, and I take full advantage.
She’s wet and hot, and I play with her pussy, dipping inside and teasing her clit as she bucks into my hand. “Why’re you still dressed?” Her voice is slurred, and it’s so fucking sexy I almost punch a hole through my jeans.
“Why’re you still talking?” I tangle my fingers in her hair, and she kisses me, soft and sweet like she’s tasting me for the first time, and my eyes close as I savor the way the tip of her tongue teases mine.
I forgot how much I used to love kissing her.
No, I didn’t.The memory of her kisses has tortured my dreams for years.
