“So I’ve been told.”
He could feel his own smile growing. Hell, he could stand here and talk to her all night just to hear the nextsassy remark out of her mouth. But when she looked up at him, she hesitated. As Jackson’s deep green eyes blazed further into him, her smiled faded, as if, in that moment, she could see just how twisted up he was about her.
He didn’t turn away. Instead, he took one hand out of his pocket and held it out to her. His voice came out low and uncertain.
“Will you dance with me, Jackson?”
Her eyes flicked to his hand, and his heart pounded harder. If she said no, it would hurt like hell. He was dying to touch her, to have her sweet body pressed against his.
Cameron moved a little closer. “Whatever you want tonight, I’ll do it better than anyone else.”
Jackson closed her eyes. Maybe she was imagining the same things he was. Then her gaze met his and she nodded. “I alreadyknow that.”
She lifted her soft hand, and his closed around it. If he had any say in this, he wasn’t going to stop touching her for the rest of the night. They walked onto the dance floor, side by side, and Cameron stopped in the middle. The slow, sensual music filled the room. He turned to face her, their bodies so close to touching. He placed one of her hands on his shoulder, then the other,before slipping his arms around her and pulling her against him. In case there was still any question about what kind of dancing this would be.
Cameron looked down at her and raised an eyebrow. “You’re...shorter tonight than you were yesterday.”
“Why, Cameron, how sweet of you to say so,” she said drily.
The corners of his mouth turned up. “There’s more where that came from, Ms. McAllister.”
She let out a little laugh, and he studied her for a moment. “Why wear high heels at all?” he asked. “They can’t be comfortable.”
“A small woman makes a man feel powerful,” she said. “But a tall woman?”
Cameron chuckled. “I’m not touching that one.”
“Fine,” said Jackson. “You don’t have to respond. But if I wear heels, I get more respect. Nothing makes a CEO listen like a womanwho’s taller than him.”
Cameron nodded slowly, weighing her words. “Okay,” he said. “I can see the logic. But it doesn’t always work that way.”
Jackson raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? You, the guy who hulks around growling at anyone who isn’t doing what you want, you don’t think size matters.”
He smirked and leaned slowly toward her. “I never said size doesn’t matter. But thereare other things that can bring a man to his knees.”
She gave him a bemused look, then rested her forehead on his arm. He moved his hands to the swell of her beautiful, round hips. And he pulled her even closer. Their bodies were flush, and her breasts pressed against his chest, spilling out like two delightful presents just for him.
This was heaven. Her body moved against his, and heresponded. His hands traveled lower over her hips, every move playing out under his fingers. He buried his face in her hair and took a long, deep breath. And another. She sighed, and her body melted even closer. The wordmoreechoed through him. Her hands moved up his shoulders and behind his neck, slowly weaving through his hair. He was more attracted to this woman than was wise. Maybe he didn’teven care anymore. His heart pounded in his chest, begging him for more. Guests chatted, cameras flashed and glasses clinked around them, but everything was muted by this slow, sensual dance, with Jackson’s body pressed against his.
The song ended, and they stopped. Jackson’s eyelashes fluttered open, and her hands slipped from his neck. It was over. He let go of her, but neither of them movedapart. Her breasts rose and fell against him in short, erratic pants.
“One more night, Jackson.”
She shuddered against him. He breathed in her scent again. His heart pounded harder, ready to explode, and thank God his suit coat hid the growing bulge in his pants. Was she going to turn him down, right here in the middle of the charity event dance floor?
“I’m not playing anymore, Jackson,”he said in her ear. “This is real.”
He straightened back up, and slowly she lifted her gaze to meet his. Her deep green eyes shone with heat and wonder.
“Yes, Cameron,” she said. “One more night.”
* * *
On the ride back to his building, he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He was so far gone, and they hadn’t even started. She laid her head against his chest, and her hand restedhigh on his thigh. Whatever she’d had around her shoulders had fallen away, revealing the low cut of her dress. He moved his hand in slow circles up and down her side, and she arched into his touch.
Tonight would never be enough. If she were his, if she stayed, he could wake up to her every morning, hold her every night and lose himself in everything she had to offer. Or whatever the hellshe wanted. He could introduce her to all the dirty things she was curious about. And then some.
But Jackson wasn’t his. She was flying back to New York tomorrow with no plans to return. And he couldn’t get himself on a fucking airplane to save his life. Cameron gritted his teeth. He’d think about that problem later.
