DAMIEN
It took every ounce of self-control not to pull Macey across the table and take her right there. That look in her eyes—hungry, daring, unapologetic—made my chest tighten, my c**k hammering in my trousers.
She was impossible, maddening, and the ache building between my legs was proof of just how much I wanted her. Every nerve in me screamed for her, and I had to fight the urge to crush her to me, hard and fast, right there.
Then the waiter from earlier returned, pretending not to notice the heat radiating off us. My eyes flicked down and caught the subtle gape between her buttons—two of them undone, exposing the swell of her breasts in a teasing, deliberate way.
My jaw clenched. That little smirk on her face said it all. Was she really trying to seduce me in front of Macey?
