Page 62 of I Just Want to be Yours

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to Times Square?”

Make that seven.

With an incredulous look, I say, “Would you stop? You’re acting like Times Square is going to disappear by morning.”

He scratches the side of his head. “I just figured you’d want to see as much as you can while you’re here.”

Stepping in front of him, I cut him off, stopping him in his tracks. “I’m not here to see New York, okay? I’m here to see you.”

His eyes search mine the way they always do when he thinks I might be putting up a front. It breaks my heart a little that he thinks he has to cram in special dates and sight-seeing just to make my trip worth it. He would be the highlight of my trip regardless of what we did.

When he doesn’t say anything right away, I add, “We can plan a trip when you have a break from touring. We’ll come back together and see everything this city has to offer.”

“You’re sure?”

I shake my head, a bemused smile pulling at my lips. “Would you stop doing that?”

A slight crease forms between his brows. “Doing what?”

“Doubting me,” I answer simply. “I know what I want, Jackson. If I wanted to go to Times Square, I’d tell you.”

A slow, easy smile stretches across his face. “Oh, I could never doubt you, Red.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing down my neck. “You’re one of the few things I’m sure of.”

My entire body tingles at his touch until a familiar heat settles between my thighs. I don’t know how he does it. All it takes is a brush of his fingertips and I’m ready to jump him. He’s so close to me and breathing in his familiar scent has my head spinning. How does he smell this good even after a show?

When I’m quiet, there’s a flicker of amusement behind those eyes. He takes a step closer, forcing me to look up at him. His hand still tracing lazy circles, like at any moment he might wrap that hand around my neck and pull my lips to his.

I fight the urge to press my thighs together.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice low.

My brain struggles to keep up with what he’s doing to my body. With a small disbelieving huff, I ask, “What?”

Cradling my face in both hands, he gently kisses my lips, and my legs go weak, the heat between my thighs intensifying. “You said you know what you want, so what is it?” Another slow kiss lingers on my lips until he murmurs against my mouth, “Tell me.”

My voice comes out barely above a whisper. “You’re impossible.”

His low chuckle sends a tingle down my spine. His thumbs brush over my cheeks, his hands still holding me in place. “It’s okay if you don’t want to say it. I think I have a pretty good idea.” He gives me one more chaste kiss before stepping back, a taunting smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“You,” I say with a shake of my head, my lips twisting as I fight my smile. Instead of finishing my sentence, I turn and start walking. “Unbelievable.”

His footsteps speed up, and I yelp as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Know where you’re going, Red?” he says in my ear.

It’s hard to keep the laughter out of my voice, but I manage to say, “You’re frustrating.”

“Good.” He kisses my cheek from over my shoulder. “It will give me something to redeem myself for later.”

My entire body warms, and I’d love to know how he plans on doing that.

Stopping me, he spins me around.

“What?” My voice comes out more alarmed than it should, my body still on edge from thoughts of him redeeming himself.

He points over his shoulder with his thumb, and amusement shines in his eyes. “The hotel is back there.”

Craning around him, I see the entrance to our hotel a few feet back. “I was distracted.”

“Because I distract you,” he says it like it’s an accomplishment, and I get the urge to roll my eyes again.

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