I raise a brow. “What are you confused about?”
“Why would you think that?” His hand smooths over my back. “Isn’t it obvious I want to touch you?”
I glance away, shrugging. “I get that you’re attracted to me.”
“I am. So what then?” His brow is furrowed.
“Nothing.” I lose my nerve, feeling foolish for bringing it up.
“No, it’s something.” He presses closer. “Tell me.”
I swallow. It reveals my insecurities, but maybe that’s okay. At least I’ll stop thinking about it. “You never let it go too far.”
“Because I know what’s at risk, and I want to be smart about it.”
“I want to be smart about it too.” I blink up at him. “Especially since Wyatt and Jackson are so happy with you. I don’t want to ruin it for them.”
He brushes a lock of hair from my cheek. “What about for you?”
“I don’t know.” I stare at his broad chest. “You’re not a good risk.”
He tenses. “I’m not.”
I blow out a deep breath. “I want it not to matter.”
There’s a moment of silence, where I let the beat of the music fill up the space. “Does it?”
“I don’t know.” I meet his eyes. “Does it?”
“Not when I look at you.”
The answer should satisfy me, but it doesn’t. “It doesn’t feel like that.”
“What does it feel like?”
“You hold back.”
“Tell me more.”
I swallow hard—wanting to tell him, wanting it to reassure me, afraid that it won’t. My lashes flutter. “I want you to kiss me like you can’t stop.”
Something flashes in his navy eyes, even in the dimness of the room.
Emboldened by my confession, I continue, “Like how I can’t.”
He leans in close, not touching me, but so our faces are near. “I saw you on your deck.”
A hot flush crawls over my skin. Of course I knew, but unspoken, I could still pretend I didn’t.
I nod. “I know.”
“Every time I kiss you, that’s how I want to make you feel.”
“Okay.” I lick my lips, tongue darting fast.
“Did you want me to be watching?” His voice is low, thick.
“Yes.”