limo and the passenger sitting underneath the soft glow.
The moment Jamie flashed his teeth in a wolfish smile, I reached for the door. Surprisingly, Jamie didn’t try to stop me. A second later, I learned why when the door wouldn’t budge.
“Child locks,” he announced. “Man’s greatest invention.”
Huffing, I slammed my clutch on the leather bench. “Don’t you ever get enough?”
Jamie didn’t respond as he leaned over, lifted a bottle chilling on ice and two glass flutes, and began pouring. “You’ll be pleased to know that I’m insatiable.”
“Why would I care?”
“Because at the end of the night, I’m going to fuck you. Champagne?” He offered me the flute, and after the week I had, I was tempted to take it, but considering his claim and his confidence behind it, I figured it was best to keep my guard up. There was no part of me that believed Jamie would take advantage, but I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t.
“No, thank you. How did you even get that?”
“I have my ways.”
“You stole it,” I said, reading between the lines.
“I have my ways,” he repeated. Leaning back, he sipped at his champagne as he admired me from head to toe. I plucked at the material of my gown and tried not to wonder what he thought since he’d chosen it for me. After yesterday, I shouldn’t care. “Come here.”
My lips parted for “No” to slip past them until I realized that one way or another, Jamie would have his way. Sliding over to make room for him, I lifted a brow and waited.
Grinning, he came to me, sitting close enough for our thighs to touch.
“Jamie, this bench is at least six feet long. Do you have to sit so close?”
“Six feet?” He turned his head back and forth as if measuring himself. “I’m six-four. It’ll be tight, but I’m sure we can make it work.” Resting his arm above my head, he leaned down to kiss me, and I pressed my fingers against his lips stopping him.
“You are not six-four.”
Jamie’s eyes sparkled as he grinned down at me. “All right, you got me. I’m six-two.” I pursed my lips while he held my gaze, trailing his fingers down my bare arm and leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I like seeing you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Vulnerable.”
I curled my lip. “You mean weak.”
“Yes,” he replied unapologetically. “I know how strong you are, Bee. I’ve seen it for myself, but knowing you’re as powerless against me as I am for you gets my dick hard, too.”
“And who says I want you hard?”
His crooked smile was barely visible in the dark. “Neither of us has much choice in that aspect, I’m afraid.”
I didn’t have anything to say that wouldn’t damn us both, so I let my head fall back against the seat and said nothing. I felt safe in the cocoon Jamie provided.
“We’re bad for each other,” I reminded him.
His lids lowered as he bit his bottom lip. He looked ready to eat me alive, and I felt ready to let him. “That’s what makes it so exciting.”
“And when the excitement wears off?”
He didn’t respond as he slowly lowered his head. My breaths came hard and fast when he pressed his lips to the top of my breasts spilling out of my gown. How did we get here? Yesterday, we were enemies.
You still are.
My pussy didn’t seem to care, and if it weren’t for the thick volume of the ball gown, proof would have soaked the leather seats by now. Each of his soft kisses burned hotter than the last.
Jamie started making his way up my neck, and it felt as if he was leaving no part of me untouched. “It’s been five years,” he reminded between kisses. “Are you feeling less enthused about us yet?”
“Lust and love are not the same thing.”
“Thank God,” he agreed with a groan. “The human race would never survive.”
“Do you really think we can make love without trust?”
He stiffened before lifting his head to meet my gaze. “Make love?” he echoed incredulously before shoving his fingers through his hair and ruining the gel he’d used to style it. “Jesus fuck, you really are a virgin.”
“That’s your opinion.” I looked away to stare out the window.
Gripping my chin, he turned my face toward him. “Then tell me who was stupid enough to touch what’s mine, because it sure as fuck wasn’t my cousin.”
“Does it matter?”
“You were a virgin when I left you,” he said, gripping my chin harder. “You should have stayed that