JEN
His eyes have been on me for the last two hours as I’ve sat at my laptop and typed up my final version of the essay.
He’s tried to pretend he hasn’t watched me, but I’ve seen those sneaky brown eyes lapping me up like I’m an ice lolly in the middle of the Sahara desert.
I glance over at him as I round up my essay. He’s stretched out on the sofa in his ‘I put my arms behind my head because it makes my top ride up’ position. His hair is spiked to the side, messy, and oh so sexy.
Hey, I’m not freakin’ blind.
“You’re crap at the sneaky eyeing me up thing, by the way.” Bing grins, his eyes wrinkling in the corners.
I tap save. “Who said I was trying to be sneaky?”
“Oh, so you’re finally admitting you like to eye me up?”
“I never said I liked doing it.” I sniff.
“We both know you do.”
I cock an eyebrow at him and shut the laptop down, closing the lid. “I don’t know who you’re trying to fool, Samuel. Maybe yourself?”
I get up and move to the kitchen, reaching into a top cupboard for a glass. Floorboards creak behind me, and his hands settle on my waist, warm and comforting. I turn my head towards him, and oh! Mistake. Mistake.
His lips press against my neck gently, my skin thrumming against his lips at my pulse point. It quickens, my blood roaring through my body at light speed. He smiles against my skin because he knows. He knows what he can do to me, and goddamn his sexy little ass for that!
His lips ghost up my neck, my jaw, his nose smoothing along my skin. I stand perfectly still, still clutching the glass.
“Isn’t this seduction, not romance?” I squeak out eventually.
His lips graze my ear. “I like to think it’s seductively romantic.”
Oh, smooth. Very smooth from Mr. Smart Ass over here.
“Nice save,” I admit. “But it’s still not flowers and chocolate, is it?”
“Do you want chocolate?” He looks at me.
“Um, no.”
“Then don’t keep bringing it up. Chocolate is a tricky thing with women, so I’ve been told.”
“How is it?” I frown.
“You’re cute when you do that.” His thumb smooths out the lines between my eyes. “And if I buy you chocolate, you’ll do the whole ‘you’re gonna make me fat’ thing, and if I don’t buy it you’ll go all ‘are you saying I’m fat?!’ and then no-one wins.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Huh. I think you’re smarter than I’ve ever given you credit for, Samuel.”
“Of course I am, Jennifer. Look who I’m trying to win over. Only the stupidest guy wouldn’t go for you.” He winks, and I laugh.
“Ooo-kay, Mr. Romance Fail. You’ve been taking cheese lessons off Alec.”
“No, it just sounded a hell of a lot better in my head.” He shrugs. “You win some, you lose some, I guess.”
I roll my eyes. “Totally off subject, but have you ordered my pizza yet? I’m hungry.”
“You had lunch three hours ago.”
“Art makes me hungry,” I protest.
“Then considering the art degree, you must eat a lot.” Bing’s hands follow the curve of my body. “How do you stay so fit?”
“I’ll tell you my secret.” I pull his head down. “Sex.”
“Sex?” He swallows.
“You sound surprised.” I giggle, and move to fill my glass with water. Finally. Crap on a stick, this guy is distracting.
“I don’t know why.” He smirks and steps towards me again. His eyes find mine and they’re slightly heated. “Seven times in three days, wasn’t it?”
“Five, and not for my lack of trying to escape,” I tease over my glass.
“Trying to escape?” His eyebrows quirk upwards.
“Mhmm.” I set my glass down, and walk sideways. He turns to follow me, his eyes stalking me. The gleam in them gets my heart beating faster and adrenaline humming through my body. I’m surprised.
I want him to catch me.
“You can’t escape me,” he challenges.
“You can’t catch me.” I walk backwards slowly, backing into the sofa. I skirt round it to the other side, and he eyes me over it.
“Wanna bet?”
“Honey, I can run around this sofa all day.”
“Honey, I can run around after you all day.”
Point for the stalker-boy.
He moves quickly, and I squeal, running away from him around the sofa. My heart is pounding frantically and I’m trying to hold in the giggles.
Samuel Bing Edwards is chasing a girl. Ha!
The thought seriously amuses me.
His lips curl in a playful half smile, and I half grin back at him. Damn. He moves again, and I run around the sofa in the direction of my room. I scoot inside and shut the door, leaning against it.
“Cheater!” he growls through the door. I run away from it on silent tip toes as he bangs on it, and I lean against the far wall. He tries the handle and nearly falls into the room, his now dark brown eyes falling on mine. He’s as excited as I am by our playful chase. “Jennifer...”
“Samuel....” I bat my lashes, and he stalks across the room silently, his long legs swallowing the room up in seconds. I can’t think of anything but him as he comes towards me, tall and dark.
He’s the darkness in my life and I’m the light in his.
Go fucking figure.
He’s inches away from me, and I slide along the wall, out of his reach. His eyes narrow and I grin at him, jumping over my bed. He turns to face me, and jumps onto the bed. I stop moving as he steps down.
In a split second decision, I launch myself at him and we fall back to the bed, laughing together. His arms encircle my waist holding me to him. My hair falls down around his face, and he smiles up at me.
“I caught you.” I smirk.
“You caught me.” He rolls us over so he’s on top of me. “But now I’ve got you. What are you gonna do?”
I can feel him pushing against my thigh and my legs automatically tighten round his waist. He drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavily.
“Nothing,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna do anything.”