Make me.
His growly presence next to me and his clear jealousy only spurs me on. Like an addict, I want more ofthat.
God, I am so fucked up, but when it comes to Jordan Mackenzie, I can’t help myself.
I want his bitterness. I want all of it.
“Sure,” I say, flashing her a seductive smile of my own as I slide my hands around her waist. She grins devilishly as she grabs for Mack’s hand while leaning into me.
“You, too, cutie,” she says, and I expect him to freak out. Push me away, tell me to find my own date, tell me to fuck off.
But that’s not what he does at all, and for the second time in five minutes, my mind is blown as he settles his hands on her waist from behind, our fingers brushing one another’s. He grabs her, pulling her back against himlike he’s got something to prove.
And maybe he does.
But I don’t.
It’s just a moment. One solid breath as his gaze meets mine, his warm palm against the back of my hand. His fiery gaze burns with an unspoken understanding as he settles his hands above the spot where my own rest.
And it’s gone just as fast.
Hailey moves between us with a giggle, bringing me back to the moment.
She grabs me by the throat, pulling my face down to hers.
“So hot,” she whispers as she kisses me.
I kiss her, wishing it were him—that I was reaching up on my toes to get to his mouth, rather than leaning down to get hers.
When she breaks away, I watch as he kisses her, messy and rough, and I tangle my fingers in his for just a moment. He’s too drunk and distracted to notice. I’ll take what I can get while I can. When they break apart, she grins.
“Wanna get out of here?” she asks, but I’m not sure which one of us she’s talking to.
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Mack growls, pulling her closer.
She giggles, and I know the answer. I move my hands off her, ready to take my leave and find some other girl to bring back to the room, but her hand wraps around my wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” she asks curiously.
I look back at her, wrapped in Mack’s arms. His gaze is dark, solid. Unwavering.
“Uh…” I swallow hard as he breaks my gaze, bringing his mouth to her neck.
Hailey tugs my wrist, pulling me closer until her mouth finds mine.
“Nowhere, I guess,” I tell her.
“When in Vegas, right?” she says as she slides her hand into Mack’s.
I look at Mack, searching his eyes for confirmation because the last thing I want is to get decked by this man because he thinks I’m trying to steal his girl.
In reality, all I want to steal is a moment with him. Even if it is with someone else.
I wait for the onslaught. For his bitter refusal, or for him to get all cocky and tell me to fuck right off, but he doesn’t do that. No, not even close.
“When in Vegas,” he grunts, his voice tinged with drink and lust. “Right, Alex?”
Chapter Nine
