Chapter 61
Nolan
I want to yank my hand back again, to snap at him, to cover my humiliation with sharp words like I always do. But I don't.
Because this is what I wanted, right? A chance to seduce Jack.
Except, right now, with my palm spread against the heat of his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath muscle and skin—my brain short-circuits.
I didn't expect him to pull my hand back when I tried to retreat. Didn't expect his fingers to curl around mine, firm but careful, pressing me back down against him.
"Don't worry," he murmurs, voice low, dangerously low, his breath brushing my ear. "I won't bite."
The way he says it makes every hair on my body stand on end. Because I don't believe him. Not for a second.
Then he guides my hand lower, past the defined plane of his chest, down to the ridges of his abs. My breath catches, stuck somewhere between defiance and surrender.
"Remember," he adds, a crooked smirk curling at his lips, "you're the doggy here."
