Of course, he had. Even with all that had happened, he still kept to his plans for me. Flip it. I leaned forward and kissed him.
“What was that for?” he asked when I eased back.
I shrugged. “I wanted to…needed to.”
“Then feel free to kiss me anytime you want.”
“So, where are we going?” I asked again.
“Nice try.” He laughed, eyes twinkling now. “I said it’s a surprise. Enjoy the ride…or”—that smirk appeared—“you could get on top of me, on my cock, and we’ll both enjoy the ride.”
My face felt like the sun had taken up residence there. My gaze darted to the doorway through which Troy had disappeared. I should have known. This was Jack—dirty, sexy mouth and all.
“With people around? You’re crazy.”
“I’m crazy about you.” He slid his palm to my nape, dragged me down to his mouth, and kissed the hell out of me, no mere press of lips. His tongue swept in, possessing mine…
Needing air, I pulled back, breathing hard. I wanted him like an addict needed his fix.
“Shall I ask them not to disturb us?” Jack whispered. His expression remained even, but his eyes revealed so much.
“There are three of us in this relationship,” the words came out of nowhere.
He cocked a dark eyebrow. “Three?”
“Yes. Me, you, and your eyes.”
He blinked, his brow creasing. Taking pity on him, I explained. “You wear this mask of stoicism or cynical amusement most of the time. But your eyes, they’re like a whole other entity. They speak to me.”
“Do they now?” He appeared quite interested in my analysis of his eyes.
“Yup. Currently, they tell of all the wicked things you like to do to me, and I know you want to get into my panties again.”But more, I see the pain in them.As I grew to know him, understand him, I caught glimpses of the tormented man beneath his mask.
“Only you would say something like that.” He shook his head. “Most people think I don’t have a heart.” His mouth twitched, and the faint smile faded. “Now that Pops knows about us, when we get back home, you’re moving into my room.”
Oh. I chewed my lip, thinking it over.
“You don’t want to move in with me?” he prompted.
“I already live with you.”
“In my home, yes, but not with me.”
“Semantics.” I rolled my eyes.
“Ray,” he growled. “Yes, or no?”
“I’ll tell you when we get back.”
He gave me that typical arched-eyebrow look at my stalling. “Very well. Sunday—”
“We’re going back on Sunday?” I half yelled. “Jack, what about Nigel?”
“Pops gave his blessing.”
Gah! I flopped back into my seat. “I could have been babysitting Cara.”
“No, you aren’t. I spoke to Petra the other night at the bar.”
