Page 64 of No Romeo
He snorted. “What about my porn?”
I glanced away from the screen. A cocky, way-too-sexy smirk sat on his lips. If he was hoping the idea of him having porn would upset me like it did when I was fourteen, he’d be sadly mistaken. I’d take on-screen porn stars over his revolving door of girls any day.
“Don’t tell me you still have a horde of nudey mags andDebbie Does DallasDVDs under your bed.”
His hard shoulder bumped mine when his avatar’s beat-up car sideswiped me. “Don’t act like you didn’t watch it with me. Judgey McJudgerson.”
“One time!” Because I wanted to know how to give a blow job. That video had traumatized me. So much so that four years later, I was still terrified of getting jizz in my eye.
“Wanna make it two times?” he asked.
The last thing I needed to do was watch porn with my ex, who I was tryingnotto fuck. “No.” I took advantage of his distraction and bumped his car into a chicken shack. “Ha! That’s what you—”
Without warning, he grabbed my face, slamming his lips over mine. My heart stuttered in my chest, and for a moment, I allowed myself to taste everything I craved so desperately.
Despite all the reasons I should have put a stop to it, I wanted his lips on mine. When he was this close, I struggled to remember all the reasons why this was bad, but when I did, I broke the kiss. “You can’t just do that, Hendrix.” Because my heart couldn’t take it.
“Would you stop pulling this bullshit, Lola?”
“It’s not bullshit.” It was. “We’re friends.” We should be so much more.
“It’s a massive bag of bullshit because when we were just friends”—his thumb swept my jaw— “thiswas how it was.”
He was right. Ever since the day we met, there was something between us, some connection. Something that made me feel like what we had was special. And how was I supposed to keep fighting this, fighting him?
He sighed, his grip on my jaw still strong. “I kissed you for the first time in second grade when we were wiping down the lunch tables. I asked you to marry me at the end-of-the-year party in third grade with a ring I got out of a bubble gum machine.” A frown shaped his face before his gaze dropped to my lips. “It’s never just been friends with us.” And there was something so desperate in the way he said that. “You’re just fooling yourself if you think it has.”
A lifetime of memories and lust and love swirled between us on that ratty couch, and I closed my eyes, leaning in to his touch. You could fight enemies, even friends, but it was impossible to fight someone you loved, and he wasn’t just someone. He wastheone.
But I had to fight it. “Why do you have to make this so hard?” I whispered, trying to extinguish every heart-breaking emotion rising within me.
“I’m not the one making this hard. You are. You wanna be friends.” Both of his hands clasped my face. “This is as good as I can do.” Then he kissed me again, and this kiss was different from the one only moments ago. Soft, reverent, adoring.
The rough sex and sizzling chemistry were one thing, but this felt like a vow of love and devotion. And that was so much harder to resist. I could survive without Hendrix, and I had, but I only felt truly alive when I was with him. Like this.
“I’ve missed this.” He kissed me harder, tattooed fingers threading through my hair as I pulled him closer.
I wanted to climb into his lap, meld him to me in every way. I felt like a junkie, out of control and strung out, desperate for the high I could only find in him.
“God, I need you.” He shoved me back on the couch.
Every inch of his hard body bled into mine, and it took every shred of will power I could muster to tear my lips from his. But it didn’t dissuade him. His mouth moved to my jaw, working over my throat. His hard dick pressed between my legs, and I was in danger of letting him give me everything we both wanted. This had to stop. Now.
“Hendrix. I’m not fucking you.” If I kept doing this with him, what had the past two years been for? I’d broken us for a reason, and that reason was still very much there.
“Okay.” His hand slipped between our bodies, dipping inside the waistband of my shorts. Before he could brush over me and crush the last of my willpower, I grabbed his wrist.
“We can’t do anything.”
His dark brows pulled together before he abruptly pushed off of me. “What the hell is going on with you, Lola?” His jaw set. “Are you fucking around with that Chad prick?”
I sat up. “No, of course not.” He really thought that I’d have fucked him if I was with someone else? Of course, he did. I’d let him believe I was a heartless, cheating bitch.
He stared at me like he was trying to peel back every dark secret between us. Then his expression shuttered, and he shoved off the couch. “You know what. Fucking forget it.”
“Hendrix—”
He rounded the doorframe. “I’m tired of the emotional rollercoaster, Lola.” The creak of the stairs told me he was headed to his room. Seconds later, a door banged shut.
