Oh yeah. I was definitely rambling.
And probably, he was wondering what the hell he'd been thinking, bringing me up here, only to listen to me babble on and on.
Enough was enough.Deliberately, I shrugged off my purse and set it carefully on the nearby side table.
I looked to Jack and said, "Well, I guess we should probably head to the bedroom, huh?"
Chapter 51
Jack
She was so sexy, I could hardly stand it.
Watching her mind whirl and her body tense, it was all I could do not to toss her over my shoulder and carry her straight to the place she'd just mentioned.The bedroom.
Once there, I could toss her onto the bed and take her hard and fast.I could make sure that she liked it, too.But this was our very first time. And I knew there was something else she'd like more.
I gave her a long, lingering look, drinking in the sight of her. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were bright.
She wanted this just as much as I did. And given how much I wanted her, that was saying something. Still, if I hadmyway, she'd soon be wanting it ten times as much.
I flicked my head toward the nearby sofa. "First, let's sit a minute."
She gave the sofa a puzzled glance. "Oh. Okay."
In her white cropped pants and little yellow T-shirt, she looked too sweet and too innocent by half. And the look suited her, because judging from her demeanor, she wasn't quite sure how to begin.
That was fine by me.
I knew enough for the both of us.
As she settled herself onto the sofa, I made my way to the stocked mini bar and opened up the small fridge under the counter. I pulled out a miniature bottle of wine and gave it a quick look. It was a cabernet, and the brand was nothing special.
But that didn't matter. Becka was no snob, and when it came to wine, it was all the same to me. And besides, I wasn't thirsty.
I pulled out two wine glasses and emptied the bottle into them. I returned to the sofa and handed Becka a glass.
As she took it, she frowned. "But you gave me like twice as much as you gave yourself."
"So?"
"So I feel a little guilty, like I'm cheating you or something."
"Don't worry," I said. "There's plenty more where that came from."
"Are you sure?'
"Trust me. If I want another bottle, I know where to get it."
"Oh." She gave me a tentative smile. "Well that's good."
The truth was, I wasn't in the mood for wine or any other drink. I was in the mood for her.
But no one liked drinking alone, and I'd poured the wine to help her relax, not to give her something else to think about.
As she took her first sip, I took a drink of my own, mostly for show. Afterward, I set my glass on the side table and said, "Youarea trouble-maker, you know that?"
She laughed. "Oh, am I now?"
