“Yeah,” I said. “I think I get it.”
“So, as I said…” He took a step closer to me so there was barely an inch between us. I could feel the heat from his body and the expanse of his chest only inches from my breasts. “I’m glad she found you, and I glad you’re her roommate, but you know…I wish to God you weren’t.”
My stomach twisted. “Why?” I whispered, though I already knew the answer.
“Because then I wouldn’t feel so conflicted about wanting to fuck you every way, every day, until you forget you’ve ever been with anyone else.”
Something clenched between my legs, pulsing and needy. Warm desire dampened my panties. I was moments away from dragging him upstairs with me, consequences be damned. It took all my self-control to hold myself back, to act like I wasn’t a mess of desire inside.
“Forget everyone else?” I forced a laugh. “That would take a while, Jason, and you don’t do long term—and neither do I.”
He laughed, and it was a fucking sexy sound. “One night would do it.”
From any other guy, the confidence would have been a turn-off, but from him, it only made me want him more desperately.
I placed my hand on his chest, a small and ineffective barrier between us. “Too bad we’ll never find out,” I said, forcing a lightness into my voice that I didn’t feel.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Too bad.”
One minute I was facing him, about to say goodnight again, and the next, he had taken a step forward and placed one hand on the small of my back.
“Jason…” I started, but he was already lowering his head, and then our lips met and I didn’t want to talk anymore.
His lips covered mine and his tongue pushed inside my mouth, exploring and tasting. He tasted like wine and lust and sex, and my pussy ached with how much I wanted him, his tongue, his hands, fingers, him.
The kiss was much too short, and when he pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. I was wet and panting, my nipples were aching, and I could barely stand.
He took a moment to make sure I was steady on my feet then he stepped back. His chest rose and fell, and he looked as if he’d been hit by a sledgehammer, which was exactly how I felt.
“Daphne,” he said, his voice low and rough. “There’s no way in this world we aren’t going to fuck each other’s brains out.”
My lips parted. I was going to respond, was going to invite him up. Today is as good as any other day, my body screamed, but he had already turned and was walking back to the car, leaving me a confused mess of hopeless arousal.
Chapter Five
“Hello hotshot.” Amy’s voice on the phone was a welcome distraction from my work. “What are you doing tonight?”
“I’m definitely not a hotshot, and I’m doing absolutely nothing tonight.”
“Great! Jason wants to take us out to celebrate all my pictures selling out at the exhibition. You ever been to Wild Things?”
Jason’s name barreled into my mind like a rollercoaster and I barely heard the other words she said. It had been almost two weeks since the exhibition, and I hadn’t seen or heard from him. After that scene outside my building—after kissing me and leaving me hopelessly aroused on my doorstep—he’d just disappeared. I was strung out, needy, and consumed with thoughts about him…and that annoyed me quite a bit.
“You there?”
“Yeah.” I tried to remember what her question had been. “It’s a club, right? I’ve heard about it, but I’ve never been.”
“Well, we’re going there tonight. Jason owns some percentage of the club, so VIP treatment all the way. Yay!”
“Yay!” I replied, though I was unable to match her enthusiasm. I looked at the manuscripts on my desk. “Actually, I don’t know, Amy,” I said. “I’m kinda wiped out. I was hoping to go home straight from work and pass out.” I was lying—there was only one reason why I didn’t want to go. Jason. Fucking. Wild.
“Come on! What are you, middle-aged? We’ll sleep when we’re dead,” she sang. “Please, Daphne, it’s Friday night. It will be so much fun.”
Will it? I wasn’t sure being around Jason and dying of lust qualified as fun.
But…I wanted to see him.
So much.