Page 109 of Drive
“Are youhungry?”
She gave a coy shrug, her eyes never leaving his. “The thought of food is tempting, but I don’t think I ever want to leave thisroom.”
His laughter shook her body as it rested on him, and the sensation made them bothgiggle.
“I have credits on my Uber account I can use for UberEats,” he said, still teasing his fingers up and down her back. “We don’t have to goanywhere.”
She arched an intrigued brow at him. “Youdo?”
Henodded.
Rainey gave him skeptical smile. “But we’d still have to get dressed to meet thedriver.”
Jacques shook his head slightly.“Iwould have to get dressed. You will stay righthere.”
“That’shardly fair — especially since you’re paying for it,” she argued, frowning. “I should get dressed and meethim.”
This time his head shake was more adamant. “You will do no suchthing.”
Rainey lifted her head in challenge. “And whynot?”
He leveled her with his gaze. “Because you look more beautiful and enchanting in this moment than any woman in history. Even clothing could not shield your post-coital glow.” He spoke with a teasing tone, but he was absolutely serious. “I refuse to let any other man see you likethis.”
“Post-coital glow?” she parroted, blinking athim.
“You should look in the mirror. Your cheeks are rosy. Your lips flushed. Those curls of yours are seductively mussed.” He touched the pad of his index finger to each spot as he named it. Already, he could feel the stirring of his desire. There was no way he’d share this Rainey with the rest of the world. “When you think about it, I’m really doing a public service. Your beauty islethal.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, but there was no hiding the pleasure his words had given her. This was an argument he’d clearlywon.
“So, what do you want for dinner?” she asked, conceding without admittingdefeat.
He shrugged. “I don’tcare.”
But his stomach betrayed him with a rumblygrowl.
Her answering smile was faux innocence. “It sounds like you care. Are you dreaming ofChinese?”
“I’ll get whatever you want,” he said evenly, though his stomach growled again at the thought of wanton soup and General Tso’schicken.
“Let’s get Chinese,” she said, mirth lighting hereyes.
I loveyou.
The words nearly leaped from his lips, and his cock stiffened anew. She was the perfect woman. The perfect woman forhim.
An hour later, they were sprawled across the bed, a feast of Chinese takeout now decimated before them. Rainey had insisted on reclaiming her robe, and without a shred of shame, Jacques had gone down to the Copper House lobby to claim their food in his drawstring pajama shorts and T-shirt.
The UberEats driver hadn’t even given him a second glance — Jacques guessed that everyone ordering UberEats showed up at the door in their pajamas, but he’d run into Willard on the way back to their room, and the older man had given him a solemn nod of approval though it wasn’t even a quarter toseven.
Rainey got up to clear the near-empty takeout boxes, and Jacques tracked her movements across theroom.
“Comeback.”
She dropped her chin and gave him a teasing stare. “I’m just cleaningup.”
“I’ll clean up. You stay here.” He knew how ridiculous he sounded, but after chasing Rainey for so long, Jacques was only too aware of how short the night would be and how fragile their new bondwas.
Not because his ties were weak, of course. But because he knew Rainey had been exceedingly brave all afternoon. And at some point, she’d likely feel some doubts about how quickly things had changed betweenthem.
