“I don’t – I don’t know what to say,” I whisper. He’s coming closer to me, his arm curving behind my back as he crushes me up against him. The way his dominance takes over my whole body leaves me helpless, and I’m like putty in his hands.
But then I shake my head, trying to clear it, even while looking into those dazzling blue eyes.
“Mr. Marks,” I begin. “What we did at dinner … that wasn’t right.”
He leans back a little, a smile quirking his lips.
“Oh it wasn’t? Which part? Was it the wine you didn’t like? Or the steak? Or maybe one of the sides?”
I giggle despite myself.
“You know!” I protest lightly, swatting his arm with one of my small fists. “It’s … well, you know, what we did.”
His eyes darken imperceptibly.
“You mean, touching you,” he rumbles deep in his chest.
“Yes,” I say, cheeks flushing red. “We were in public, and I’m your son’s girlfriend. We can’t be doing that under any circumstances.”
I’m so embarrassed to say these words and I blush a bright red. But Jordan doesn’t seem bothered. He nods thoughtfully, looking across the terrace.
“Believe you me, sweetheart, that definitely occurred to me. That I was touching someone who actually belongs to my son.”
“Well I wouldn’t say belongs,” I interrupt quickly. “I mean, Jimmy and I have never exactly … well, you know, done it.”
That makes the alpha male’s head jerk around quickly, those blue eyes sharp.
“What do you mean, you’ve never done it?”
I blush again because this is so uncomfortable and embarrassing, but somehow, I need to tell Jordan about the truth between me and his son.
“Well, Jimmy just seems so shy sometimes,” I say softly. “He’s a star athlete, but people are often different in their private and public lives. So yes, Jimmy and I have never really … well you know, made love,” I say, my voice almost inaudible now. “We’ve kissed for sure, but that’s about all there is.”
Jordan looks absolutely thunderstruck.
“So you’ve never been touched by a man,” he growls. “Never.” Those blue eyes shine bright, like he’s been given a gift he never anticipated.
“Never,” I confirm softly. “It just didn’t feel right, you know? There are boys at school but they’ve never been into me. In fact, Jimmy’s kind of the first one who even asked me out.”
My man shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
“You’ve never been asked out?” he echoes with disbelief.
“No, not that,” I say quickly. “I’ve been asked out before, but it was always by guys who only wanted one thing. You know, the kind who say “come to my dorm room after the party and we can hang out,” or “there’s a closet I know in the back of the Biology building.” It’s so ridiculous. It was clear that they didn’t want to date, they just wanted to hook-up. But Jimmy was different. He was the first guy who actually asked me out on a date without any hint that he wanted to hook up.”
“But you haven’t hooked up,” growls Jordan again.
I shrug uncomfortably.
“We haven’t,” I confirm in a small voice. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Maybe there’s something about me that’s just unlovable or unsexy. I don’t know,” I say, shrugging my shoulders helplessly. “I thought I was going crazy until Jimmy came along and asked me out. That’s why I’m so appreciative of your son.”
Jordan’s big hand caresses my scalp, tunneling through my curly locks. Like a cat, I nuzzle into his palm, loving the warmth.
“But see,” he says in a low voice. “This is what we’re not supposed to be doing.”
“I know,” I reply in a small voice. “But the thing is that it feels so good, and I’m just not sure.”
He’s silent for a moment, still stroking my scalp.
“It’s confusing, isn’t it? You’re in love with my son except it doesn’t sound like love. It sounds more like you’re best friends, or not even that if you don’t talk very often. Maybe you’re just friends.”
My shoulders slump.
“I know,” I say quietly. “I’ve been thinking that myself lately. Maybe Jimmy and I … well, I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel like we’re a couple at all. He’s too into other things, whether it’s lacrosse, hanging out with friends, or getting drunk. He’s not into me, at least not sexually,” I say sadly, looking at the floor.
Jordan makes a noise in his throat and one big hand grasps my chin, tilting my face up to look into those blue eyes.
“You’re absolutely sexy and desirable,” he growls. “Don’t let any of those boys, including my son, tell you otherwise. Hear?”
Heat floods my body and I nod slightly, never taking my eyes from his.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I believe you Jordan.”
And with that, the big man sighs before turning away slightly.