Page 2 of Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar

The music, the heat of his body, the intoxicating scent of his cologne – it all swirls together, making me feel alive in a way I’d almost forgotten.

This is dangerous.

“This doesn’t end with us leaving together,” I state firmly.

Jace’s eyes spark with challenge. “Night’s young, sweetheart. Never say never.”

He doesn’t believe a single word I’m saying, and he probably wouldn’t be wrong if I was still that party girl I left behind.

But I’m not. I can’t be.

I might have given in to a dance, which is quickly turning into a second, but I refuse to cross the line by taking him home with me.

No matter how tempting he is.

Each song blends into the next and I finally push away from Jace breathlessly, then carefully make my way over to our discarded drinks at the bar.

My skin tingles where his hands touched me, and I try to shake off the feeling.

The ice has melted in my drink, diluting the alcohol inside. I wave the glass into the air for the bartender.

For a moment, I’m hopeful that Jace has decided to leave me to my own devices.

No such luck.

His frame casts a shadow behind me, and he reaches a long, corded arm over my shoulder to snatch his drink from the bar.

I shiver from the close proximity but keep my face neutral as he angles himself into my line of sight.

Jace’s eyes soften, a flicker of understanding passing across his face. “You’re fighting pretty hard against something, Mallory. What are you trying to prove?”

His question catches me off guard. I blink in surprise but quickly recover.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smirks at me, leaning close enough that his breath skates across my skin. “Come on, Mallory. You’re desperately trying to keep it together, turning away from what you truly want.”

“Oh,” I say, smiling sweetly at him. “Let me guess, that’s you?”

Jace shrugs and leans against the bar, his muscles bulging as he does. “I mean, you can’t deny the chemistry.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Been told a time or two, yet you’re still entertaining me… why is that, huh?”

He arches a brow, a glint in his blue eyes as he dares me to lie to him, and I’m tempted to do exactly that.

I don’t want him to know that my body started aching for him the moment his hands fell to my hips out on the dance floor or how my skin heated under his touch as he roamed those large hands over my body.

That’s old Mallory’s behavior.

And yet...

Before I can signal another drink, the bartender is already walking over with a new one that she sits right in front of me while simultaneously winking at Jace. She makes sure to sway her hips dramatically as she walks away, looking over her shoulder to see if he’s paying attention to her, and it’s the frown on her face that has me turning toward him.

“Are you jealous?”

“Now you’re delusional,” I mutter.

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