I felt like a jackass, truth be told.
The door opened and I grabbed it, pushing my way inside. Angelina looked shocked. She was about to get a whole lot more surprised in three... two... one...
I locked the door and spun her, pressing her up against it. I held her still with one hand on her hip. I grabbed her other hands and held them above her head.
There. Now she was good and stuck. She was going to hear me out, once and for all.
Her eyes were wide and her breath was coming in short bursts.
And I hadn't even gotten started.
"What the hell are you doing Jackson?!?"
"Protecting what's mine!"
"And what is that exactly?"
"You are woman! And now I'm going to prove it."
I realized I was shouting at the same moment that I realized that Angie wasn't pissed. She looked... intrigued. She wasn't even listening to me.
She was too busy staring at my lips.
I groaned and let myself kiss her. Finally. It felt like a cold drink after a long ride on a hot day. She didn't pull away, or try to, considering I had her pressed up against the door.
She wasn't going anywhere. Not on my watch. But she wasn't fighting me, like I'd come to expect from her.
No, she leaned into me, arching her back so that her tits smashed into my chest. I grunted and reached for her tits, pushing her shirt up and out of the way. I let go of her hands in the process but it didn't matter.
She was mewling like a sweet little kitten who wanted her belly rubbed.
I tugged her bra cups down and moaned as her gorgeous breasts came into view. I sucked on her nipples until she was making those soft, sexy sounds that drove me crazy. I lifted my head to kiss her and pulled one thigh up so I could get my cock as close to her as possible.
It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough.
"Angie."
"Hmmm hmmm?"
She was staring at me in a daze, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. She was going to let me do whatever I wanted with her. She wasn't going to stop me this time.
I hoped.
"Angie we got to go."
"Okay."
I stared at her, not sure she was getting my meaning. She was being far too agreeable. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. She smiled at me, looking like she was drugged.
"We need to find a bed. Now. After you tell Pete you won't be going out with him again."
She nodded and I sighed in relief. She did understand. And for whatever reason, she'd decided to stop fighting me. Just in the nick of time.
It was a good thing too. I didn't want to screw her in a bathroom, but I'd been getting real damn close to not caring.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the restaurant. Everyone stared at us when we passed. I tightened my grip on her possessively. No one who saw us would have the slightest doubt that Angie was mine.
Pete stood up as we approached but I gestured him to sit back down.
He sat.
"Angelina has something to say to you Pete."
"Thank you for a loving evening."
I nudged her.
"Go on."
"I'm sorry but I can't see you again."
"Because..."
She was at a loss for words apparently. I grinned, certain that my skills had something to do with that. I took pity on her and took matters into my own hands.
"She's off the market."
Pete was trying to figure out what the hell to do. I knew he didn't want to get into a fight with me. The man wasn't an idiot for God's sake. But a woman like Angie was definitely worth the risk of getting pummeled by my superior Delancey fists.
I didn't want to give him enough time to think about that too deeply.
"I don't understand. Are you okay, Angie?"
"She's fine. She just forgot to tell you that she belongs to someone else."
I grinned at him, yanking her against my side.
"Me."
I tossed some money on the table and winked.
"Have a nice night Pete."
Angelina
"Well, that wasn't awkward at all."
I stood, watching Elle drive off through the living room window. Jackson was behind me, his hands all over me the instant the door had closed behind her. Casey was already in bed.
I was all alone with Jackson.
Basically I had let the big bad wolf into my house.
Stupid little piggy.
It didn't matter though. This little piggy was horny. And the big bad wolf was the only one who could satisfy me.
His lips were on my neck, tugging my shirt away so he could taste me. He was insatiable it seemed. I couldn't pretend anymore than he didn't affect me.
He did. Everything about him turned me on. His touch, his smell, the possessive way he looked at me most of all.
Jackson was doing things to me that defied comprehension. A simple touch, or kiss was magnified a hundred times. His lips felt like fire, but they didn't burn. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his jeans.
That did burn.
I moaned and rocked backwards against him.
He grunted and the sound went straight to my center, filling me with liquid warmth. I knew I was soaking wet. When was the last time that had happened?