Chapter 23
Kiss Me More
Later that afternoon I'm waiting in Adrian's room for him to return from class. When I got here, I was pissed. Having thought about his stupid stunt all day, my irritation has grown. When I entered his room, and his amazing smell hit me, my stomach did that indigestion thing, and my thoughts go all messed up.
I looked at his unmade bed, and actually considered crawling into it. I pictured myself lying under the covers, and his expression of hunger when he saw me, then I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, erasing the vision.
Now, having no idea what I'm going to say or ask, I'm pacing the floor when he finally comes in. Like always, when I see him, I feel a combination of wanting to choke him and wanting to climb him like a jungle gym.
His lips begin to turn up in a smile when he sees me, but as I rush to shove him against the wall, his smile turns into a look of Oh shit.
My hands fisting his shirt and my nose an inch from his, I scold him.
"I have no more idea what happened this morning than the other people who were in the kitchen. During our conversation last night you mentioned nothing about the engagement because I'm pretty sure I would've remembered that. Here's the thing, though, I don't want to know because I'm sure it’ll complicate all this, even more. But, there is one question I have and your answer is going to determine if I continue to play this ridiculous game of yours."
He’s trying not to laugh. “Okay, but will you tell me what the right answer is?"
"Nope."
"Well that doesn't put the odds in my favor, does it?" he asks, trying to distract me.
“Do you want to know what the question is are not?" I release his shirt and begin to back away, but he places his hands on my waist and pulls me closer until we're touching
"Will you rub your boobs against me a little more?"
"Will that help you focus?" I ask, not hating the idea.
"Absolutely,” he says, then pulls me so close that I’m forced to lay my cheek on his shoulder, and my forehead is nestled into his neck.
“Now, are you ready for my question?” I’m trying to sound irritated so he doesn’t think I’m enjoying this.
“Are you not wearing a bra?”
I pull back, no longer leaning into him. I snap my fingers in front of his face and tell him to focus.
He places both his hands on my back, forcing me to lean against him again. “Okay okay, I'm paying attention. Yes, I'm ready for the question."
I have to take a second to remember what I was going to ask. He smells good, and his muscular arms feel amazing wrapped around me. He clears his throat and I hear it vibrate through his chest.
“You, uh, were gonna ask something?”
Oh yeah, crap, I need to focus now. “Okay, if we move forward with this plan of yours, are you going to continue to kiss me in front of other people the way that you did in the kitchen today?"
He drops his hands down to my waist and pushes me back so that we’re looking at each other. He looks panicked as his eyes shift back and forth between mine as if searching for the answer.
Finally, he sighs. "I know the right answer is no, but I can't help it." He slides his hands up my sides until his thumbs are brushing the underside of my breasts. “I want to taste other parts of you. So no, I can't tell you that if you're my pretend girlfriend I'm not going to take every chance I have to put my mouth on yours.”
"Well," I say, then clear my throat, trying to hide my desire. “That, happens to be the right answer.”
His mouth quirks up on one side. Before he can call me out on my neediness, I pull back and twist around, taking a moment to decide what to say next. I hear Adrian lock the door behind me. I turn back to tell him this is just for fun, and nothing more than kissing, but my words are stuck in my throat as I watch him pull his shirt over his head.