Page 3 of One More Night
“Sure.”
My skin prickles with awareness as Jordan presses himself tight against me. He places his arm possessively on the seat behind my shoulders and watches the biker leave before turning his head to mine and leaning in close enough that I can smell the whiskey on his breath.
“What brings you out tonight?”
I glance over at Sarah who’s lost in the sweet nothings Perry seems to whisper in her ear. “Tasting freedom after an ugly split.”
Rough fingers turn my face back to his. “You’re here with me now,” he states, “so you keep your eyes on me. Got it?”
Like that would be a task. “Of course.” I narrow my gaze in silent challenge.
I can be obedient, sure, but he needs to understand that I am of my own free will, nothing more.
“Why did you watch me?” he asks.
I fix my gaze to his lips as he lifts a tumbler to them, struck by the pout of his bottom one when the glass presses down on the supple flesh. Get it together, Corinne. “I’ve seen you here before.”
“That so?” He lifts both eyebrows, watching his hand as he sets the drink down. “When?”
“A year back.”
“And you remember everyone you saw a year ago, do you?” He still refuses to look at me, eyes on his hand as he turns the glass on the table.
“You know,” I test. “If you expect me to keep my eyes on you the whole time, it would be polite if you returned the favor.”
He smirks and lets out an amused huff. “I have reason not to look at you.”
“Really?” I lean away slightly, only to be tugged back by the arm behind me when it curls tight around my shoulders.
Still, he doesn’t look at me. “Really.”
I lean in; my lips brush against the shell of his ear as I whisper, “Tell me, or I leave.”
Jordan’s jaw sets hard, and his head tips slightly away as he makes a hum in the back of his throat. “You think you can play games with me?”
“Only fair,” I muse as I lean back against his arm.
“I’ll give you this one, but if you press me again, it’ll be you who regrets playing hard to get.”
I can’t help but smile—I’ve won.
“I won’t look at you,” he grumbles, “because if I get one more glimpse of those red lips, one more look in your dark eyes, then it won’t be just my empty whiskey glasses spread across this table.”
And he’s trumped me. Holy fuck. I break his rule to look across at Sarah, to see if she picks up on this guy’s intensity, yet she’s turned toward Perry, oblivious. Brutal fingers rip my chin around, my head snapping back to Jordan.
He looks straight over my head, gaze hard as he growls through a stiff jaw. “Eyes on me.”
“You don’t play fair, do you?” My words come out warped, thanks to his punishing grip.
“I don’t play for anyone but me.” His hand twists and changes to a softer touch, gentle as he caresses my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell your friend you’re leaving.”
“Can I look at her while I do?” I can’t help it—I’m a natural troublemaker.
He chuckles. The low sound promises all sorts of pain and pleasure. “Just this once.”