“You are so demanding,” I tell him, resting my hand on his rock-hard thigh.
Jordan turns to look at me, his scowl immediately softening. “I got tired of hearing him argue with Cannon.”
“He wasn’t arguing. I think he was in shock by the order.”
“Whatever. They were annoying me.” Jordan shrugged.
I squeeze his thigh, my fingers trailing up. “You are so sexy when you act like that.”
His brows lift and he leans in closer. “When I act like that?”
“Like you own the world.” My fingers brush the front of his jeans.
He grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me. “Wine making you daring tonight?”
Nope. I barely drank a drop. I’m a little too freaked out by our having sex with no condom to want to drink. “You make me daring,” I tell him, trying to work my wrist out of his grasp so I can touch him again. He’s smirking, looking far too cocky for his own good. Susanna and Cannon aren’t even paying attention to us. They’re too engrossed in their own intimate conversation. “Stop being so sexy all the time and maybe I won’t try and grab you.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make a dick grab?” He’s smiling as he lets go of my wrist.
I smack his shoulder lightly. “So crude.”
“You’re the one trying to maul me at the table in a public restaurant.” His smile is wicked. “Not that I mind.”
His words, the look on his face, leave me breathless. “We should go,” I whisper. “Don’t you think?”
“We still have approximately ten desserts coming to our table,” Jordan reminds me, just before he leans in and kisses me. His lips are soft and warm, and taste vaguely of wine. “Then we can leave.”
Those four words are so full of promise, I have to press my thighs against each other to stave off the sudden want.
“Do you two want to go out with us after we finish dessert?” Cannon asks, interrupting our moment.
We both turn to look at him, then at each other. “Sure,” I say as Jordan says, “No,” at the same time.
“What are your plans?” I ask, my cheeks hot. I’m sure they could guess what our plans are.
“Not sure.” Cannon turns to look at Susanna. “What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Go to a pub?” The color in her cheeks is high, and I’m wondering if she’s thinking of doing something else.
Like some alone time with Cannon.
Jordan yawns, his movements exaggerated, and he covers his mouth. “I think we’re going to have to pass. I’m exhausted.”
“No problem,” Susanna chirps, her gaze meeting Cannon’s. “I’ll take you to my favorite pub.”
“Sounds fun.” Cannon smiles down at her. I can’t help but think these two are making a possible love connection.
“You okay with going back to the hotel?” Jordan asks me.
“Yes, sure. Of course. I totally understand if you’re tired,” I say sympathetically. “Do you want to leave now?”
“And miss dessert? No way.” Jordan leans in, whispering in my ear, “Though you’re the dessert I want to taste later.”
My cheeks go hot at his words.
I can’t freaking wait.
I couldn’t hustle Amanda out of that restaurant fast enough. Susanna wasn’t lying—the desserts were delicious. And after the game I played, I allowed myself to totally indulge. In the food. The wine. The cannoli.