Page 70 of Book Boyfriends
“Haveyouseen you? Those muscles. That bedhead hair, which I know from last night, is all thick and silky. God, those glasses. You’re like the epitome of hot nerd.” I swing my purse, sputtering wildly. “Even when you annoyed me on our first date, I was still attracted to you… But then you turn out to be, well,you.”
His face pinches. “Me?”
“Yes. You!” I toss both my hands up, the purse smacking against the side of my face, but I go on, “You’re not who I thought, and I’m so happy to have been wrong. Funny. Sweet. Considerate. Dorky in a sexy way. A little unsure and totally confident about it, which doesn’t make sense, but it makes sense to me. But my life is messy and?—”
My mini-rant is silenced by Davis’s lips pressing against mine. His strong arms band around me, pulling me close. The way I melt into him is akin to ice cream left in the hot sun, and he licks up every last drop of my kisses.
“Did you mean to kiss me?” I pull back, a little breathless.
“Yeah… I hope that’s okay. I should have asked, first,” he murmurs as his palms rub slow, soothing circles down my spine.
“No… I liked it.” I smile. “But why did you kiss me?”
“You think I’m adorable.” Playfulness sparks in his ashen eyes. “And as adorable as I think you are, especially when you sputter like that, I thought kissing you would get you to stop spiraling.”
“Makes sense.” I lick my lips. “I may require more intervention, because I’m about to spiral again.”
“Gladly.” With an almost wicked grin, he takes my mouth.
Dropping the purse to the floor, my arms encircle his neck. Pleasure zings along my spine with the press of his body against me. Somehow, he’s both the coziest place to land and the sturdiest support all in one.
His kisses make me a little drunk. There’s no thought about anything but this moment. No worry about my unfinished book, the wedding, or the three fictional men whose futures are wrapped up in mine. In this moment, I submerge myself into the idea of just being with this very real man with no script of anything beyond right now.
“Yes,” I whimper as his hands slide down and curl around my backside.
“God, this ass. It’s featured heavily in my daydreams since Friday.” He squeezes, eliciting a little giggle from me. “Did you just giggle?”
“Maybe.”
He kisses below the shell of my ear. “I like that sound. I want to hear it again,” he murmurs, squeezing my backside again.
“Davis.” I bury my face against his chest to cover my giggles.
Blinking away the giddiness of this moment, I tip my head up. Our gazes meet in quiet debate. It would be so easy to just remain in his arms, letting go of all the responsibilities I have to my book boyfriends. To only think of my wants and needs with no concern for theirs.
“I am the worst.” I close my eyes and slosh a hard breath. “I just did it again.”
“In fairness, I think we both did it.”
Eyes now open, I straighten and lower my arms. He releases me and steps back.
A shiver jolts through me with the loss of my cozy spot in his arms. It’s cold in the shadow of what just happened. True to the queen of bad ideas crown I wear, there’s no regret about my impromptu public display of affection with Davis. The only regret I feel is that it can’t happen again.
“This isn’t fair to you. I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I say, wringing my hands.
His mouth quirks. “I kissed you first.”
“But I shouldn’t have kissed back.”
“Did you not like the kiss?”
“Quite the opposite.”
“And you said you like me. That I’m adorable,” he says, his kiss-swollen lips tick up into the boyish grin that makes my heart flutter.
“True.” I bite back the smile that wants to creep across my face.
“But you can’t be with anyone right now.” He sighs.
