“I asked you to be my lover, tried to persuade you to leave the country with me. It’s not like I’m going to pretend this never happened.”
“There’s no need to announce it either. It’s a little awkward for me, to be sleeping with Phil Fitzsimmons’ son.”
“Then don’t think of me like that. Think of me as Jack, the guy from Tamarind, the guy who makes up stories about boats,” he shrugged as if it didn’t have to be a big deal.
“To me this is major. I don’t go around doing this, just picking up guys and hooking up with them. I mean, I slept with Kevin but we were together for ages, and it wasn’t at all the same thing.”
“Was he doing it wrong?” Jack looked serious but the corner of his mouth quirked and she had to keep from laughing.
“Not wrong necessarily but clearly not—well,” she managed to say straight-faced.
His blue eyes blazed. “Will you spend the night with me?”
Chapter 18
Britt grinned. “Stay the night with you?”
The offer was exciting and intriguing. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she thought about his kisses.
“Yeah, you can ride to work with me. Think how practical that is, to save money on gas like that,” he teased.
It wasn’t a good idea. She needed to think rationally. “I don’t have a change of clothes. I can’t.”
“If that’s you’re only objection I’m sure we can find you something to wear. Do you ever call in sick? Work from home?”
“Never.”
“What if we stayed at your place? Would you be more comfortable? It’s where you keep your clothes after all. Although it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to keep some things here as well.”
“That’s fast. We’ve been out once, Jack. I’m not moving shit into your closet.”
She looked at him and bit her lip.
“You aren’t sure about me, are you?” he said.
She shook her head.
“It’s messy. I slept with you the night we met. I brushed you off. Your dad took over the company I work for, now we’ve had dinner and ended up on the arm of your couch. It’s not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s out of control, and it’s not an idea I’m comfortable with.”
“Do you want me to stop having sex with you?” he said.
Hell no! “No that’s stupid. We can’t pretend we haven’t already...it was very good, in fact. I just, I don’t know. I’m too rigid for this, too uptight. I can’t fuck my boss’s son.”
“Then don’t. Just fuck me,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss her.
She tilted her head and let him kiss her, let the waves of warm desire pull her under. Jack’s hands on her back pressed her closer, and he drew her into his lap. His fingertips traced her jawline, and his mouth moved to her neck.
“Don’t walk away from this,” he said, his dark eyes drugged with passion, his pupils dilated.
“I want to walk away, at least I think I do. But I can’t. I’m just craven when you touch me.”
“Don’t let me take you to bed if you’re going to walk away.”
“I’m not. I don’t think I could...” She sank back into his kiss and all her protests drowned under the onslaught of his tongue. She melted into him, not wanting to pull away, not ever.
When his hands found her breasts, her nipples hardened, poking through the silk of her dress as he rubbed them back and forth and made her whimper. He took her nipple in his mouth through the fabric, the hot wet mouth claiming her. She held his head down, her hands fisted in his hair. Hot tendrils of slick desire uncoiled along her skin, and when he pulled away, she frowned with such dismay that he nearly laughed.
“I want to take you to bed. But I’ll have you properly this time,” he said, and it sounded like a promise.