Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,32

to dance in her unique blue eyes.

Even more intriguing was the fact I hadn’t offended her about being innocent, yet scrawling my name on those other women clearly bothered her…and had maybe made her a bit jealous.

If she knew the truth, her little green monster wouldn’t ever raise its head.

“Do they have a strong fish taste?” Harmony turned her face up to me, and I locked onto her big blue eyes, then skipped lower to the ripe bow of her mouth. Christ, I wanted to sink my teeth into that plump flesh, tug it, then suck it into my mouth.

What the hell were we talking about? Oh, yeah, scallops…right.

“Okay,” I said softly while the others chattered on about…whatever. I didn’t care. I had Harmony’s undivided attention and liked it. “Scallops are kind of sweet and buttery, and they’re soft and delicate.” Like you.

The words lay singeing the tip of my tongue, but I bit them back.

Being nice to Harmony while maintaining safe boundaries was going to be hard enough. I didn’t need to blur the lines by spewing poetic shit.

“They sound delicious, but I think I’ll stick with the chicken.”

I wrinkled my nose. “It sounds good on the menu, but it’s really sort of bland.”

“I didn’t know that you’d eaten here before?”

“Yeah, lots of times. I was born and raised in New York.”

I watched her mentally digest that nugget of info as a hundred questions skipped through her brain. But she didn’t ask a single one. Harmony simply lowered her lashes, nibbled the inside of her lip, and studied the menu again.

“What should I get?”

“You’ve had steak before, right?”

Of course she has, dumbass. She lives on a farm.

“Yes. I did last night. Quinn ordered room service for me. It was delicious.”

“Was that the first time you’d ever had steak?” The question rolled off my tongue before I could stop it. When Harmony nodded, it was my turn for a hundred questions to circle my brain. Ironically, I didn’t ask a single one, either, simply nodded. “The filet mignon is really tender and juicy.”

“Okay. I’ll have steak then. Thanks.”

When she turned and joined Mia and Sofia’s conversation, disappointment I had no right feeling invaded my system. Pretending to be deciding on an entrée, I stared at my menu while getting lost in Harmony’s sweet southern drawl and carefree laughter.

On the other side of me, Darren leaned in close. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, man. I’m good.”

“Harmony did an amazing job at the interview.”

Too good. And the sexuality she displayed is seriously fucking with my libido.

“I know.”

“If she keeps playing her part like that, you’ll be free of her in no time.”

I nodded as a coil of dread unraveled in my gut.

I didn’t want to be free of her…not yet.

While we’d only been thrown together for less than a day, Harmony was unlike any woman I’d ever met. The fact that she didn’t have an agenda or expected a single thing from me was like a breath of fresh air.

Harmony tossed back her head, and the sound of her throaty laughter filled the air…taunting my beast, testing my resolve, and igniting my cells.

My attraction to her was beyond feral. It was primal, basal…a fucking elemental caveman demand. An ominous chill spread through me, and I wrapped the danger of her allure in double-thick chains.

When the appetizers arrived and we started passing them around the table, I inwardly grinned as Harmony timidly plucked an item off each platter and set them on her small plate. Her little brows furrowed as she studied each appetizer as if it contained the meaning of life.

Cutting into the goat cheese ravioli, she inspected the creamy filling with her fork before drawing it to her nose. After a tiny sniff, she nibbled off a bite then closed her eyes and sighed in delight. When she polished off the pasta, she examined the thick, fluffy crab cake. Two chews later, she wrinkled her pert little nose, grabbed a glass of water, and quickly washed it down.

The starters on my own plate were getting cold, but I didn’t care. I was too enthralled watching Harmony’s animated reactions as she stepped outside her comfort zone.

When she sliced into a scallop and speared one half with her fork, I held my breath as she lifted it to her mouth and took a sparrow-sized bite. Her eyes grew wide, then she quickly parted her lips and slid the rest onto her wet, pink tongue. My cock twitched. And when she wrapped her plump lips around