Page 31 of Bourbon Deceit
With one quick jump, I straddled him as he stood, grabbed his head in my hands, and placed my lips on his. I didn’t take it slowly at all, no, I drove my tongue into his mouth, demanding that he reciprocate and he did, he did with a groan.
When I pulled away, I searched his face. “What does this mean, Jett?”
He stroked my face with his thumb. “This means I want to try, that I want to uh . . . be exclusive.”
“Like a girlfriend?” I singsonged and teased.
He cleared his throat and said, “Something like that.”
I hopped off him and placed my hands on my hip. “Something like that? No, that’s not good enough. I either am or I’m not. I’m sick of playing games with you, Jett. You said early on that you didn’t play games and you know what? Neither do I. I’m going to sound like a broken boy-band record, but you need to quit playing games with my heart. I don’t deserve to be fucked one night then dropped off the face of the planet the next. I’m dead serious when I say it’s all or nothing with me. I’m done with this guessing game.”
Holy shit, I was quaking in my boots. Where the hell did that come from? Even though I was surprised with myself, I realized that I’d meant it. I’d truly meant what I said. I was sick of being played with. I was at a breaking point, and he either wanted me in his life, fully, or he wanted me to leave forever. I couldn’t take this up and down shit anymore.
“Well . . .” I asked, crossing my hands over my chest.
He stood. His pose was sexy as hell and I knew he wasn’t doing it on purpose—it was just Jett being Jett—but fucking hell, all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off and take him. Forget about the clothes, I just needed to unzip his pants, I was that fucking ready.
He studied me, his brow creased, his hand gripping forcefully on the back of his neck. Taking a deep breath, he released his hand and stepped forward. He separated my arms and grabbed a hold of my hands. He brought them up to his lips and he lightly kissed them as he looked me directly in the eyes, stealing my heart, looking into my soul.
“You’re mine, Goldie. Are titles that important?”
Were they? Not really, but I wanted to hear him say it. I needed to hear him say it but I knew at this moment, I shouldn’t push my luck. Even though I was dying to hear the words come out of his mouth, he was opening himself up to me and letting me in. I needed to be happy with baby steps.
“They are to me but I get it, Jett. I get you’re scared.” I stood up and pressed another kiss to his jaw as my hand caressed his cheek. “I just need to know that since I’m yours, that makes you mine as well. I need to hear you say it.”
He nodded his head and without skipping a beat, he said, “I’m yours, Goldie, all fucking yours.”
Elation throbbed through my veins as he grabbed the sides of my head and brought his lips down onto mine. His hands ran from my cheeks down to my neck, where he caressed my necklace as his mouth explored mine. Waves of nerves and newfound feelings rushed through me as he pressed his body against mine, signaling to me that he meant what he said. He was mine.
He groaned and pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more. He smiled, fucking smiled down at me, and I felt my heart flip upside down from the endearing look on his face.
“As much as I would love to pull that robe off you and expose that beautiful skin of yours, we need to get you dressed, because we have an event to get to.”
My eyes lit up. Was he serious? Was he really going to take me?
“We’re still going to go?”
“Of course, why do you think I’m dressed like this?”
“To make my vagina happy?”
Jett shook his head and a small smirk crossed his face.
“Oh shit, sorry.” I covered my mouth and took a deep breath as I tried to regain my composure. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior tonight. I’ve been working with Miss Mary all week to get polished for this. You know, in case you did show up.”
“I was going to show up.”
“I had my second thoughts,” I stated and I looked away.
Jett grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eyes. “Listen to me closely, little one. No matter what happens, no matter what comes between us, I will always be there for you. You will always be able to count on me and I don’t want you thinking any differently, okay?”
I nodded my head only for him to lightly kiss my lips.
His hands traveled down to the waist of my robe and untied the tie, revealing my strapless bra and thong.
His gaze wandered down to my flat stomach—thank you Kace—and nodded in appreciation.
“You’re exquisite, little one.” He frowned as he took in everything. “Where is your gold lingerie? Were you that mad at me to deprive me of such a thing?”
