Jackson watched as Gabriella cut into her steak, the knife gliding effortlessly through the tender meat. She brought a small piece to her lips, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. A soft moan of appreciation escaped her, sending a jolt of electricity through Jackson's body.
"Divine," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "You should try yours before it gets cold."
He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. "Right, of course."
He cut into his steak and noticed Gabriella's eyes followed his movements. Her gaze lingered on his hands, then trailed up his arms to his broad shoulders.
"You know," he teased softly, "if you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you have ulterior motives."
"Maybe I do. You might find out if
