“I don’t bite, Ms. Davis.” Then I lean in slightly, and add in a lower voice, “Unless you ask.”
“Jesus, Abigail. You’re… perfect.”
“No, I’m not.”
“To me you are.” His gaze locks with mine, deepens. “I want you to know that, okay? Every second that we spend together, I want it to be absolutely clear to you just how unbelievably hot I think you are.” Slowly he moves towards me, stops directly in front of me, towering over me. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll just have to prove it to you.”
“In that case, I don’t believe a single word.”
I’d rocked my sex monster into a long, deep sleep, and Jayden’s kissed it awake. Literally and figuratively. Now it’s had a taste, and it wants more.
Jaydens eyes still remind me of the ocean along some endless white sandy beach somewhere in Thailand. An ocean you just want to dive right into. Deep.