Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “Do you always have to be so crude, husband?”
He chuckled. Fine, he’d called her wife, she’d call him husband. “Didn’t realize you don’t approve of my language.”
“It’s rather…colorful.” She arched a brow, sexy as hell—per her usual mode in his eyes. Maybe it was the beer. It was his second one, and he was indulging before he went cold turkey come the season game opener. He tried his hardest to remain sober during the season. Booze fucked with his head and made him tired.
“You don’t use…colorful language?” he teased.
She sipped from her drink, her eyes dancing mischievously. “Never.”
“Ah, I doubt that.” Leaning in, he decided to toy with her. Just a little. “So if I were to whisper in your ear how much I want to take you out of here and fuck you all night, you’d be offended?”
She parted her lips, her eyes widening, but no sound came out for a long, downright tense moment. “You—you don’t mean it.”
He shrugged. He so meant it. “Can’t do anything about it anyway.” Damn that no-fucking clause. He silently cursed her lawyer for adding that in. Hell, the man had insisted on it and Harvey had readily agreed without consulting him. He was a sadistic asshole who didn’t care about anyone, so why not torture him for a year?
“True.” She licked her lips and he stifled a groan at first sight of her pink tongue. “Do you usually talk to all of your…women that way?”
Jared wanted to laugh. They were in the middle of a crowded restaurant where anyone could hear them and they were having the most bizarre conversation. “I have never minced words, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Sheridan ran her fingers through her hair, tucking it behind her ear, which made him want to do the same. “And they normally like it?”
“Are you telling me you’ve never engaged in dirty talk? Besides the night when we…” His voice trailed off. Hell, why was he taking this conversation there? They’d gone from zero to aroused in ten seconds flat and it was a mistake. It would result in absolutely nothing happening, and he’d be in a tortured state of erection for the rest of the evening.
But there was something about the look in her eyes, the safety of the crowd, the intimacy of their conversation…
She slowly shook her head, grabbing ahold of her drink and polishing it off. “There wasn’t a lot of dirty talk the night we were together, was there?”
“Are you saying you don’t remember?” Damn, way to cut a man’s ego in half.
A smile teased the corner of her lips. “Of course I remember. I just don’t remember my saying anything particularly dirty.”
“You didn’t.” He touched her silky hair. “It was all me. But you liked it.”
She met his gaze. “You’re trying to rattle me.”
“Never.” Hell, yes, he was.
Sheridan made a face. “Just because I’m not very adventurous doesn’t mean you should tease me about it.”
Oh, don’t go there, baby. Don’t, don?
??t, don’t go there. Because he would absolutely show her adventurous by having her naked, flat on her back and him buried inside her, just like that.
And then the agreement would be rendered null and void. She’d have grounds to bail and he’d be left with his dick in his hands looking like a complete asshole.
Yet there he was, playing with fire, and he was gladly looking forward to getting burned.
“You were pretty damn adventurous if I remember correctly. You’re the one who suggested the motel room,” he murmured, touching her again. Because he could, because he had every right to, since she was his wife and they were supposed to be madly in love. Giving in to temptation, he grabbed the seat of her wooden chair and pulled her in closer, her bare legs brushing against his, her little gasp of surprise going straight to his dick. “Or did you forget?”
She sent him a skeptical look. “Like I could forget.”
Satisfaction rippled through him. She tried so damn hard to act like he didn’t affect her. Nice to have some confirmation that he actually made an impression. “Feeling adventurous now?” He tilted his head, her hair brushing against his face, the fragrance of it sweet, heady. “I bet I could make a few choice suggestions and have you aroused by the time the night is finished.”
She shook her head, her hair hitting his face again, though he didn’t mind. Her scent was an aphrodisiac, intoxicating him. “Been there, done that. And besides, we can’t.”
Harsh. “You presenting me with a challenge, wife? Because I love a good one.” She was that and more. An intriguing little challenge packaged in the sweetest, sexiest body he’d had the privilege to indulge in—and he wanted to indulge in again. She was his wife, for God’s sake. “I know I could have you panting and begging me for it.”
“Please. I’m not your usual groupie, Jared.”