Page 57 of Dealing Dirty
My arms prick with goose bumps, betraying my indifference.
He sure likes to toe that ‘no-kissing’ line.
After popping the glasses open, he gently slides them over my ears. “There, that’s better.”
I duck my head, letting him adjust them before I zero in on his sinful lips. He watches with hungry eyes as I remember the way they ravaged me.
“You don’t want to miss a single minute of this,” he says, running a hand across the web-covered material of his chest.
“I hate to admit that I missed you at all.” I snatch the bag of popcorn out of his hand and nod toward the couch.
“Get comfy and find us a movie, but no rom-coms!” I holler, leaving him to cross into the kitchen.
I’ve got a hot rendezvous with the microwave.
“No rom-coms?” he complains.
“Oh my God. You can’t be serious.”
I peel the plastic off the popcorn before placing it on the rotating glass and pressing the START button. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the back of his head from where he sits, sifting through the movies on my TV.
“You’ve Got Mail,Pretty Woman,10 Things I Hate About You…” he lists three of my top-ten favorites. Catching my eye in the glass of my entertainment center, he winks. “Classics.”
My girly heart flutters. “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t expect that, Spider-Man.”
When the microwave beeps, I remove our salty snack, then grab a bowl to pour it into. Amid everything we’ve learned and the dangers that lurk inside this city, I welcome this little taste of normalcy.
“Friends With Benefits? Seriously?”
“Haven’t you seen it? It’s hilarious and full ofsex,” he says, wiggling his brows.
Belly warming, I sink onto the couch and gasp.
“Oscar, you sneaky little schmoozer!”
Little feet are curled beneath his pudgy body. His ears and tail twitch with each slide of Derrick’s palm across his back. Every time his hand touches the base of Oscar’s tail, his butt raises and he rumbles obnoxiously.
“I know a thing or two about making a pussy purr,” Derrick says.
Oh, this man is pure sin.
I follow his hand to the bowl of popcorn I’ve set between us as he grabs a few pieces and pops them into his mouth with a smile.
“Go ahead, say it,” he goads.
“I will not.”
His voice lightens as he places a hand over his heart, batting his long lashes. “You’re so handsome, Derrick,” he swoons in falsetto.
I chuck a fistful of popcorn at his head.
“You’re so wise, and funny, and well-endowed,” he continues.
My eyes touch the ceiling. “Andveryfull of yourself.”
He picks up the pieces scattered in his lap and pops them into his mouth, crunching them just to annoy me.
“You flatter me.”
