“Finish what we started earlier?” I repeat, my voice strained as I try to sound nonchalant–like my stomach isn’t doing wild flips, like my thighs aren’t clenching involuntarily at the memory.
Jack’s eyes gleam as he steps closer, his heat already invading my space.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice rough and smoky–like silk dragging slowly across bare skin. “You remember… how your legs trembled when I touched you. The way you moaned my name like it was the only word you knew.”
I swallow hard.
The memories come rushing in, uninvited. The way he’d held me like I was something precious and wild at the same time. My skin flushes, and I silently curse myself for feeling anything.
Control, Kali. Get it back.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I lie, lifting my chin defiantly. “I don’t remember anything.”
Jack lets out a low chuckle. It sends a ripple of electricity across my skin. “Don’t play coy with me, Kali,” he murmurs, another step forward. “I can see the way you look at me. I felt the way you clung to me. You’re not fooling anyone–least of all me.”
I force a tight laugh, ignoring the heat pooling between my legs.
“All I remember is falling asleep in the bathtub,” I say with a shrug. “Then waking up in bed. Alone.” I blink up at him with feigned confusion.
Jack’s brows knit together. He doesn’t like that. Good.
“Oh wait,” I add with mock realization, raising a finger as if something just occurred to me. “Did something happen between us? Did you kiss me or something?” I tilt my head and smile sweetly. “Huh. Must not have been that special. Or memorable.”
The lie tastes bitter on my tongue, but I spit it out anyway, hoping it smothers the fire building between us.
His jaw tightens. A low growl rumbles from his chest. “Kali…”
I cut him off before he can finish.
“Don’t get me wrong–I get it. Women probably throw themselves at you all the time because you’re the big, bad Alpha. But let me make one thing clear -if something did happen, it clearly wasn’t enough to leave an impression.”
His eyes flash–wounded pride and something far darker swirling in them. He steps closer, and the air between us tightens.
“Then let me help you remember,” he growls, his voice low, dangerous, and full of promise.
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