I shrug out of my shirt, and she tosses it onto the floor. “Only for you,” I confirm, not sure why I need her to believe I’m not fooling around. “I don’t care about anyone else.”
A warning thuds in the back of my mind, but I ignore it. They’re only words. They don’t mean shit. Except I never sweet-talk chicks like this.
Only Jas.
I exhale a harsh breath, relieved she isn’t calling me out on it. But the strange, sad smile she gives me, as though she still doesn’t believe a word, is worse in a way.
Forget it.I push the unease to the back of my mind and grab the hem of her dress. “Your turn.”
She grips my wrist. “Not yet.”
I growl, and let her push my hand away. “Thought there was something in here you needed. You want me to get you off while you’re still dressed?” Now it’s crossed my mind, I like the idea a lot.
“Maybe later. Right now, I want to do something for you.”
This is sounding better by the second. “I like the way your plan’s shaping up, babe.”
“I thought you would.” She traces my lion tat with the tip of her finger, as though she’s relearning every line of the ink. Then she does the same to the sheltering crab, and something hot and hard fills my chest.
No girl’s ever done that. Not in ten years. And not because they didn’t try, intrigued by the Leo and Cancer signs, and thinking it’d make a great conversation.
Not fucking likely.
They never made that mistake twice.
I cover her hand and hold her palm against my chest. Just like I used to, but back then it was a possessive, automatic reaction.My girland everyone knew it.
I don’t know what it means now. Slowly she slides her fingers from my grasp, her nails raking along my skin. Her gaze never leaves mine. With practiced ease, she unbuckles my belt, but instead of dragging my jeans down my legs, she pauses, her hands on my hips.
“You want some help there?” There’s a rough note in my voice, but I don’t follow through because it’s obvious she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Back up.” She gives me a little push to get me moving. “I want you on the desk.”
“You’re stealing all my lines tonight.” But if that’s how she wants me, I’m sure not complaining. My butt hits the edge of the desk, and she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, but still doesn’t rip them off me.
“Sit.”
“It’d be a lot easier if you’re the one sitting on the desk.”
“Not for what I have in mind. Are you going to argue all night, or just go along with it?”
“I’m not arguing.” I park my ass, and it’s damn uncomfortable with the open zip digging into my dick. “I’m suffering in silence.”
She follows my glance. “Ouch,” she says, but not as though she means it. “Maybe I’d better fix that.”
“If you want some action tonight, then yeah.”
She gives a littlehuhof laughter as she rearranges her handiwork, and I let out a relieved sigh as my jeans end up halfway down my thighs. I should’ve gone commando tonight.
“Is that better?” She tugs my hair free from its tie.You’re the only one who’s ever done that.Strange how a small action can mean so much. “No lasting damage?”
“I’ll survive.” I loop my arms around her waist but don’t pull her any closer. Her nails graze the back of my neck and across my shoulders, and I groan. “Maybe.”
Her deceptively sweet smile more than makes up for the frustration burning through my blood. She brushes her lips across mine, a barely there kiss, and it’s the hottest damn thing ever.
“Maybe?” she echoes, her breath warm against my ear. “Is that a challenge?”
“It’s anything you want it to be.” I palm her ass and ignore the powerful need to swing her around and fulfill my own fantasies of having her on my desk.
