Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(127)
“Where’s Declan?” I asked casually to distract myself. He shrugged, but I thought I saw a flicker of resentment cross his features. Or was that jealousy?
No way. Couldn’t be.
“I think he’s swimming. Or sleeping next to the pool. He’s out there.” He pointed toward the pool with his square, smooth chin. Though he hadn’t gotten dressed yet, his face was freshly shaved. I thought about his cheek sliding down my waist and the little kisses he liked to give me between my hip bones. A sigh escaped my lips.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, smiling sweetly.
I stretched my arms over my head and gazed at the ceiling coquettishly. It felt marvelous to sense all the tension from painting seeping away from my muscles like the tide going out.
“Oh you know…” I sing songed. “The usual. Back rubs… Pedicures… Your lips all over my body.”
“Oh yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow. His blue eyes twinkled underneath his dark brows and I could see his cheeks reddening.
“Uh huh,” I replied, nodding. “Just another day in paradise, the usual.”
He nodded as his smile turned to a full grin. After sprinkling the open face of the omelette with chunks of feta and a flurry of fresh herbs, he picked up a plate and slid the steaming disc out, flipping the end expertly to fold it over. Then he sliced it with a spatula and placed half on another plate.
Sliding it in front of me, he murmured, “Careful, it’s hot.” I inhaled the steam and almost swooned with hunger. The fragrance was amazing.
“Baby, this looks gorgeous,” I said, swallowing the torrent of saliva that filled my mouth.
He shrugged. “Oh it’s nothing. Just another day in paradise, the usual,” he added impishly.
As he sat down next to me, I feasted my eyes on his skin. Just the sexiest sprinkling of sable-colored hair covered his pecs, making them so deliciously soft to nuzzle. Compared to his brother’s tawny, phoenix shaped hair pattern, the dark, thick pelt Jackson had was comforting and sensual.
I caught myself mentally comparing their bodies and chuckled silently. When did that become normal? It was a marvel - so many things I would have never even considered just a few months ago were now common daily activities for me.
Sleeping with a billionaire? Check.
Sleeping with his brother? Check.
Oh, how about both at the same time? Check and check.
Chucking aside a whole career and style and replacing it with a brand new one? Checkity check check check.
It is amazing what you can talk yourself into, I reminded myself.
Jackson leaned over to me and kissed my forehead, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes were filled with tenderness.
“You look hungry,” he said as he sat back in his chair.
“Starving,” I admitted.
He looked at his steaming plate and blew on it. His full, pursed lips spoke to my sweet spot in a secret language. Instantly I was wet and squirming in my chair.
“I think it’s still too hot,” he said.
“Probably,” I agreed.
“So what are we gonna do?” he asked without looking at me.
I giggled coyly. “Well, I would love to, but this smells so delicious… We should eat first.”
“No,” he said turning to me and staring at me hard. “I mean, what should we do?”
I swallowed.
“About what?”
“About this,” he said slowly. “About us.”
I sat completely still. His face was intense and slightly flushed. I could see his pulse fluttering in the hollow between his collarbones.
Was he scared?
Because I was fucking terrified.
“Well,” I said weakly, clearly stalling, “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed.
“This is all just so new, Jackson. I’ve just been… uh… getting used to it.”
He nodded. “Living in the present.”
“Right!” I agreed, a little too loudly. “Living in the present. That’s a good way to describe it.”
He picked up his fork and poked at the omelette cooling on his plate.
“Jackson,” I said quietly, “baby, you’re leaving tomorrow. There’s nowhere else to live but the present, right?”
“I’ll be back in a week.”
“And Declan?”
“I don’t know what he’s doing,” he said, looking at me again. The force of his gaze was so powerful I barely kept myself from looking away. “But I’ll be back in a week.”
Why is he doing this? I thought. Everything is going so great.
“Margot?” he pressed gently. “Do you want me back here? When I come back?”