“Well,” he said, leaning a little closer and lowering his voice just enough to make my skin tingle, “if you decide you want more than juice tonight… you know where to find me.”
The second those words left his mouth, my entire brain short-circuited. I stood there, completely frozen, my fingers clenched around the glass like it was the only thing keeping me upright while my thighs did this ridiculous, involuntary squeeze like they were auditioning for Desperate, Horny Virgins: The Musical.
My heart was pounding. I could feel it in my throat, in my chest, in the places he hadn’t even touched yet. Jason was still looking at me, all calm and cocky and absolutely sure of himself, like he knew I’d follow him.
Like he could already see me saying yes. Like he could feel how wet I was under this
