My nostrils flare. I hate that she’s right.
She shivers from the cold and starts rubbing her own arms. “What do you want?”
I open the door a little farther. “C’mon.”
She narrows her eyes. “Why? So you can lure me into your next trap?”
“It’s not a trap. Promise.”
“Your promises mean nothing if you don’t keep them,” she rebukes.
I tilt my head. “I can’t if you don’t let me, no.”
She throws me a look of mistrust.
But all I can focus on are the goose bumps on her skin and just how good it looks on her. My eyes can’t help but gorge on her curvy body, those perky tits, and those deliciously plump lips of hers.
My God.
Even when I’m hungry for food, I’m still hungrier for her.
“Are you hungry?”
“Why do you care?” she spits back.
“Because I do,” I reply. “I want you on your knees, Jas, not starving.”
Her cheeks flush with that same kind of heat again that appeared when I was claiming her face, and the mere sight makes me stiff, but I will it to go down. First, I need my fill of food before I get my fill of her pussy.
And I definitely will get my fill, whether she likes it or not.
She’s here because of the notes I left for her, and I know for a fact I’m not the only one who’s a lusty bastard, but she can keep lying to herself if it makes her feel better. I know who I am. It’s about time she learned, too.
Her nose rises, and she sniffs the air. “What’s that smell?”
“Dinner,” I reply, and I hold out my hand. “Now come.”
Jasmine
* * *
Frowning, I stare at his hand, wondering what he’s trying to do.
Liam’s brow rises. “What? You don’t trust me?”
“No shit,” I quip.
He laughs. “Fine then. I’ll eat by myself.”
He walks out the door but leaves it open this time. He sits down at the table in the middle of the small living room, if that’s what you can call this tiny cabin. A tray of veggies and potatoes on the table looks fried to death, but the smell makes my mouth water. It lures me toward the door, but I grab the doorframe to stop myself from getting any closer because I feel as if there’s more to this than just food.
Why would he suddenly invite me out here? Did he have a change of heart? Or is this only an attempt to make me more obedient?
“Are you going to eat or not?” Liam asks.
“Can I at least have my phone back first?”
“No.”