A teasing smirk curled at Jackie's lips. "Have I been neglecting you lately? Missing how things were between us before?"
Sandra's cheeks flushed crimson under his gaze, and Jackie felt smug satisfaction ripple through him—so intense it even eased the itch on his back.
At the mention of their past encounters, Sandra's body betrayed her with an involuntary shudder.
Those memories were her personal hell. Every time Jackie had taken her with brutal possessiveness, she'd wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Now, seeing the predatory glint in his eyes, panic flashed across her face. "N-no! Don't say things like that," she countered, her voice trembling.
Jackie didn't miss the way she'd flinched. Nor the raw terror in her wide, almond-shaped eyes now.
"You're scared of me," he observe
