Not My Romeo (The Game Changers 1)
Jack is behind me. “I wish you’d look at me, Elena. Should I not have come? I just wanted to see you, and you sounded like you needed help.”
I shut my eyes. He’s not only great at orgasms, but he’s kind . . .
But . . . part of me is terrified.
He’s going to crawl inside my heart.
He’s going to break it into a million pieces.
“Yes. I’m glad you came.” I whip around, and he’s eased in closer, backing me up against the fridge.
He wipes at my cheek. “Smudge on your face.”
“Dusting.”
His elbows land on either side of my head against the fridge, eyes holding mine. “I can’t believe you left me—then hung up on me. No one treats me this bad.”
I cock my hip, feigning confidence I don’t have. “Figured I owed you one for the morning you left me.”
His head dips as his nose runs up my throat. “Also, you left a hell of a hickey on my neck; hence this awful turtleneck. Didn’t want your mama to see it.”
My breath hitches. “Jack . . .”
He kisses my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe. “Yeah, say it like that again, all breathy, and I’ll forgive you for leaving me . . .” His chest presses against me. “I like your mama. She’s feisty. No wonder you turned out so wild. Little hellion.”
“I am not wild! I’m a librarian.”
“You keep saying that, but you’ve got a streak in you, and I like it.” His hand skates down to hold my hip. “This is what I wanted when I woke up. You. In my arms. Me inside you. I might have even pulled out the handcuffs. You missed out.”
“I have my own handcuffs. Pink and fuzzy . . .”
“Wild woman.”
“You best get rid of that tent in your jeans before we walk back,” I whisper.
He kisses my throat. “We’re going to get your place nice and pretty, Elena. And when everyone is gone, I’m going to do bad things to you in your bed. Is it one of those big old-fashioned ones, high off the floor?”
“No, it’s a new king-size one,” I say, sighing as he tugs at my hair, pulling it down.
He stares down at me. “I love your hair, the color, how long it is.”
“I’ll just have to put it back up. And we can’t do this in the beauty shop.”
“I just want to kiss you.”
“Uh-huh. Never knew a man who loved to kiss so much.” I slide my hands up his shoulders, tangling in his hair. “Now stop talking. Mama’s probably timing us. If we’re here too long, she’ll barge in.”
He laughs and takes my mouth, groaning as our lips cling.
And I’m lost all over again.
How will I ever let him go when it’s over?
Chapter 27
JACK
I tuck a Tigers hat on my head and exit the SUV and open the door of Leo’s Pizzeria, the place in Daisy Elena swore was the best place in town for takeout. I ease in the door and check out the interior. Busy as hell for nine o’clock at night on Saturday in a small town, but she’s starving after all the work we did today. I grin for no apparent reason other than I have to feed her, and if she wants pizza . . .
A few patrons I recognize from the school give me wide-eyed looks, then send me a wave. Friendly but not jumping up to mob me. I like that and wave back. Don’t feel like small talk. Just want to get back to her place.
“Do you have garlic knots?” I ask, recalling how she loves bread.
The cashier is a girl with braces, wearing a red Leo’s hat and an apron. She glances at me, then does a double take. “Uh, yeah. There’s six in an order.” She blinks rapidly.
“Right. Two of those, then. A large cheese, a large supreme, and a large pepperoni.” Damn. I’m probably ordering too much for just us, but I don’t know exactly what she likes. I left her at the house, laid out on the couch with that little pig in her lap, her lids shutting. She swore she just wanted a nap. I smile. She best get one, because I’ve got plans . . .
“Anything else?” the girl asks, staring hard at me.
I look down to take out my wallet, used to the avid attention, yet it always feels strange at first. Takes me a minute. “You got anything for dessert?”
“We have homemade chocolate pies. The owner’s wife makes them every Friday. They’re usually gone by tonight, but we have three.”
I nod. “Throw those in.”
She tells me the total, and I swipe my card.
She hands it back to me. “Uh, are you Jack Hawke?”
There it is. I put on a smile and look back up. “Yeah.”
“I saw you on TV today.”