Page 102 of Somebody's Watching Me
Rowan looked deliciously dangerous in the leather wolf mask. Annabeth had a long night of saying no ahead of her.
Izzy obviously thought the same, staring open-mouthed before her gaze connected with Jamison’s. “It looks good, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jamison agreed, the word slowly sliding out as an idea popped into her head. “Hey, why don’t you see if Annabeth wants to take your bike this time? That way, if she gets tired, you have an easy way out.”
Rowan smiled, his sharp canines only adding to the allure. “That’s a great idea.”
He left to find Annabeth, and Abe rushed off to dress, leaving Jamison alone with only Izzy and Liam.
“I hear your dad is coming with us?” Izzy asked.
“If he’s in the area when the company is holding an event, it’s customary for him to put in a brief appearance.”
“It’ll be brief for all of us tonight.” Liam slowly approached with his hands fisted at his sides. “Thirty minutes, tops.”
“But Annabeth might want to dance the night away.”
“You know what?” Izzy headed for the door. “I need to get something from somewhere that’s not in here.”
“Don’t wander too far,” Liam called after her as she shut the door.
Ready to begin her plan, Jamison ran a hand down the sheer panels of the dress. When moving in just the right way, the material showed off the curve of a breast.
Knowing the show was for him, Liam stalked her in a circle. “I don’t like it.”
“What’s not to like?”
“Here.” He placed his index finger on her hip bone. “The dress should split here on both sides. Keeping it enclosed and form fitting to your ankles is a missed opportunity.”
“A missed opportunity for what?”
He snatched her to him, placing her back to his front. The flat of his hand pressed against her stomach, sliding higher at an achingly slow pace. “To show off your body.”
Her heels placed them eye to eye, and she looked back over her shoulder. “Since when did you become an expert on fashion?”
“Not fashion.” His lips parted, his hand pausing on her upper ribcage. “I’m an expert in all things Jamison.”
She wiggled her hips to encourage his already growing erection, and he didn’t stop it, his thumb stroking the underside of her breast.
“Is that so?”
“It’s the truth.” His head dipped lower as if coming in for a kiss. “Still mad at me for what happened on the lawn?”
“Yes.” She licked her lips. “Still mad at me for destroying us?”
His hand closed around her breast, squeezing hard. “Yes.”
“Good, that means we’re on an even playing ground.”
Their lips met, and she reached back to tangle her fingers in his hair, holding him close. It was the type of kiss they’d shared a million times. A lazy exploration of tongues that always became more urgent with each passing second.
And once he’d had his fill of her mouth, his lips dragged down to her jawline. “No bra?”
“No underwear either.” She continued to rub his hardening length with her ass. “Not even a thong.”
Teeth scraped along the column of her neck. “This is going to be a long night.”
“Don’t leave any marks, or I’ll call Buffy in here to stake you.”
