His eyes drink me in, his gaze slowly tracing the curves of my body. I feel naked. I don’t want him to look at me this way. He leans back into the sofa, stretching his long legs. “You’re beautiful.”
The slow sensual music fills the room. It stifles me, steals my breath. I close my eyes. I don’t want to see his eyes on me. Yet, I still feel them.
I feel him stand. I open my eyes to see him closing the distance between us. He takes my hand in his. My hands are clammy but I don’t think he cares. He pulls me to him. “Can I have this dance?” He wraps an arm around my back and presses a hand on my shoulder. We go through the motions and move to the rhythm of the music. My pulse is racing. I feel trapped.
He presses his face against the top of my head. “I’ve missed you so much, Jade.”
Another slow circle.
“Did you miss me, Jade?”
My mouth is dry. I can’t utter a single word.
“Did you miss me, Jade?” he asks again.
“Y-yes,” I finally manage, my voice as meek as a mouse’s.
I feel the weight of him as he leans into me and presses his mouth against the bend of my neck. He bites my flesh gently. I used to love this – I would absolutely melt.
I’m still frozen when he moves down to my shoulder. He licks a slow line from my shoulder along the curve of my neck, a familiar dance of seduction.
I want to pull away but he still holds me in his arms, and still, despite the fact that I’m stronger than I used to be, I feel so small in his arms.
He drops to his knees. He’s at my feet, desperate. “I want you so much,” he says softly.
I press a hand on his shoulder. “We… we can’t, Michael,” I say, my words unsteady. I really don’t want to upset him. “We’re not together anymore.”
A flicker of anger flashes across his dark eyes. He slides a hand up my leg and grabs the flesh hard. “As far as I’m concerned, we still are… together. I’m afraid you have no choice, princess.”
I know I don’t.