She tried to appear innocent, but jutted out her chest anyway. “Me? What did I do?”
She knew exactly what she was doing. “I’m only a man, Jackie.”
“You are indeed. I’ve been known to bring a man to his knees if necessary. That doesn’t make me evil.”
“Keep talking like that and flaunting your rack at me and you’ll find yourself on your back begging me to make you come. You remember what that feels like, don’t you?”
Something changed in her eyes, like she might actually be considering it. Mini-Beck cheered.
He reached out and fingered a lock of hair that had pulled loose from her ponytail. His thumb brushed her clavicle and she sucked in a soft breath. “I don’t have much to lose at this point. Might as well enjoy myself.”
She didn’t pull away. “We had this conversation. I told you I’d get you off.”
“You better put your shirt on or you’ll be getting me off in more ways than one.”
Her chin came up, eyes sparking with challenge. “Is that a threat or a promise, Agent Pearson?”
Was she really doing this right now? Two could play that game.
He caressed the line of her throat, dropped his finger to run it down her cleavage. Another intake of breath made her chest rise. “You know from past experience, I don’t make threats, and I am a man of my word.”