I squinted at him, but admittedly my judgment was more than a little impaired. There were two of his sexy faces smiling down at me.
Shit. In the silent stillness of the hotel room, I was way more drunk than I thought.
I sat back on my heels. “I thought you were totally wasted. You drank like five million drinks.”
“Nope. Like watching you down on your knees, trying to figure out how to get my pants off though.”
After that, I let him figure it out himself. Which didn’t take long, because by the time I’d stepped out of the bathroom with my makeup removed, teeth brushed and pj’s on, he was in bed.
I’d splurged on the matching camisole and pj pants yesterday, just for the tour. They were flattering but didn’t exactly screamI want to get boned. Normally I slept naked, but I figured that was a dangerous habit to keep up in Jesse’s presence.
I turned off the light, but Jesse had switched on a lamp by the bed. I knew he could still see me. I also knew he was naked because every inch of skin that I could see was bare, and the one area that was just barely covered with the corner of the sheet had a definite tent-like shape.
He followed my gaze to his blatant erection, then grinned a cocky grin. “Just wanted to make sure I could. In case you wanted to.”
“Wanted to what?” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared down at him.
He waggled his eyebrows, making me laugh.
He was teasing me. I knew that much. This was all a game to him. A game he played well and probably often.
I saw the way those women looked at him tonight—all of them. If I’d had any doubt before, there was no doubting it now. Jesse Mayes could get it anywhere, any way, and with pretty much whomever he wanted. And yet he’d promised not to get itat allwhile I was around. Which meant I couldn’t really blame the guy for giving me a hard time.
I let myself take a good look at his almost-naked perfection, once, those unsettling questions rolling again through my mind.
How far would I go for two hundred grand?
Notthatfar.
How far would I go for Jesse Mayes?
Undecided.
I took a breath and shored up my courage. No matter how unsure I was, I had to set my limit with him, now, or I was fucked. Literally.
So I told him as breezily as I could, “Not tonight, handsome.” Then I climbed into the empty bed, pulling the covers up tight around my chin.
“G’night, beautiful.” His voice was low and gravelly from use as he turned off the lamp by his bed.
“Goodnight, Jesse.”
I breathed quietly in the dark, my toes still tapping toSuga Suga… more or less waiting to see if he was gonna make a move.
He didn’t.
I glanced over and I could just make out his arm, tossed over his face, his wrist over his eyes, and it was so fucking sexy. I could stare at him all night, the faint light from the window skimming the long curves of his smooth, golden skin…
He shifted, sinking deeper into the bed and exhaling. His hand went to his crotch. I watched as he cupped his cock and adjusted himself. He pulled the sheet up over himself. Then he breathed deeply and went still.
Sadly, truly pathetically, I felt bad. Bad that Jesse Mayes had to waste a perfectly good erection on my behalf.
I also felt hornier than I’d ever felt in my life.
The things I wanted to do to him, right now, in the dark, made me blush… and at the same time, made my clit throb, my pussy clenching with need as I resisted the urge to climb into bed with him. Maybe Ididneed a vibrator. How the hell else would I make it through the next six weeks without molesting Jesse in his sleep?
Hopefully I was just drunk enough that I would soon pass out and forget how good it felt to be in his arms tonight… the feel of his kisses all over my face, my neck…
I like you in pink.
