Chapter 9
Tiny Toddler Hands
“Keegan, really?” Shy scolds. “We left you alone in here for ten minutes and you blew a circuit?”
I slam the toaster onto the counter, getting frustrated with this whole day.
“Shut up, Shy, I was cleaning. I am allowed to do that much, remember?” I give them a detailed report of my cleaning the toaster, leaving out all the Jax and Adrian visuals, of course. When I look up, from giving my demonstration, everyone is staring at me like I lost my mind.
“Someone say something. Why the hell are you all looking at me like I bit the head off a penis?”
With that, Adrian lunges forward, wrapping his arms around my neck. “I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you, right now. I’m not going to propose yet, but in the meantime, don’t agree to marry anyone else.”
Um, what? How did this go from strange to a whole new level of bizarre? I reach up and pull him off because I’m completely repulsed at the idea of his hands on me. That is totally true. I’ve never wondered what his hands would feel like all over my body. Nope, never once thought about that.
After Shyanne and Kade jabber on about some circuit needing to be fixed, they head down to the basement. Gemma shakes her head at me with a disbelieving look. I’m not sure why because I do stupid shit all the time. How is this still surprising to her?
Once the others have left the kitchen, Adrian crosses the room, coming back to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and grabs my ass.
“I think we should talk about that sexy full body shiver you do whenever I touch you.”
What? No way I do that. Wait, I might do that. Crap, I need a quick cover.
I turn away with a grimace. “I’m sorry, I was trying to hide my disgust at your tiny little girl hands, but I guess I can’t hide all of my physical reactions.”
Adrian steps back, allowing his arms to fall from around my waist. He looks offended, so I know I hit my mark.
“My hands are not tiny,” he says, lifting them to my face.
I grimace again and take a step back. “Wow, up close they actually look like toddler hands.” I’m totally lying, of course. When he was cupping my ass a minute ago, they actually felt perfect. Thinking about those stupid non-tiny hands, I get lost in my own head.
When I hear him clear his throat, I know I’m busted even before I see the smug smile.
“To ease your tortured mind,” he says, looking incredibly cocky, “no, I have not been with Katie. I’ve not been with anyone.”
I huff. “I have not been tortured. I was simply curious if you’d found your guinea pig.”
Adrian doesn’t hide his smile as he dips his chin—the seductive look in his eyes is hypnotizing, I don’t resist as he backs me against the counter. He places his hands on the surface behind me, caging me in. As he leans in to whisper in my ear, I smell his scent and I consider shoving my face in his neck to smell more.
With his lips almost touching my ear, he whispers. “I don’t need a test run to see if I could pull off the bad boy, crazy hard, marathon sex. Trust me, pulling hair and pounding hard are what my body was made to do.” He says this as he gently presses his hips against mine. “I’ve just been waiting for the girl who’s woman enough to admit she wants that too.”
Now, in my head, I know this new sexually confident Adrian has been created by his research from my books, but my vagina does not know this. I want to grab his ass and force him to press harder against me.
"What's the chance you’d be that girl for me?"
Absolutely. Right now? Sure, let's give it a go.
That's what races through my mind, but instead I say, "Did you learn to ride a motorcycle yet?"
My response is a breathy whisper. If I were a porn star, I think that's how I would sound.
With his mouth still at my ear, he replies, "No, but I did get a piercing."
I pull back to look at him. "Seriously? Where?" I ask, shocked. There's only one place I'm thinking that's not currently visible, and it would benefit me.