Page 44 of Bookworm
“Right there,” he said again, leaning in closer to me. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow scraped my cheek. “Those stars make a sort of zigzag line.”
“Oh that zigzag line?” I repeated.
“Yes! You see it?”
“No! Every cluster of stars can make a stupid zigzagged line,” I said, laughing.
“You’re incorrigible.”
I gave a dramatic sigh and shrugged. “Guess you’re just going to have to find someone else to go stargazing with.’
His response was gruff and quiet. “Not a chance.”
When I turned my head to look at him, my nose brushed his and I was met with his low groan that slithered below my waist, waking up tingly bits that I’d ignored for way too long.
Silence draped us for a long breath. Two breaths. Three.
My eyes skimmed his face, taking in the strong slope of his nose, sharp cheekbones, angled jaw, and his bright eyes, flickering like candles in the night.
There wasn’t a single feature of his that wasn’t chiseled and perfect.
It wasn’t fair.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered.
And because I have no filter when I’m sober, let alone when my system was still working through two flights of margaritas, I was completely honest. “I’m thinking that you’re pretty much the perfect specimen of a man,” I said, my voice hoarse.
His smile made the grass beneath me tilt and only served to prove how right I was with that whole perfect thing. “You know who else is a perfect specimen of a man?”
I shook my head, biting my bottom lip. “Don’t say it?—”
“Han Solo.”
Before I could groan in protest, Adam cupped my jaw and pulled my mouth to his in a kiss so encompassing, I forgot where I was for the duration.
Rolling on top of him, I straddled his hips, moaning at the hard length rubbing against me.
With a gasp, I ended the kiss just as his hands found my hips, giving them a squeeze. “Okay,” I admitted. “Maybe you are Han Solo.”
“You know who that makes you, right?”
Pushing onto his elbows, his mouth clamped onto my ear, teeth scraping as he whispered. “What do we say we get you home, Princess?”
Before I could answer, several fat raindrops fell between us landing on the tips of my nose and cheeks. On cue, we both looked up at the sky where several clouds had rolled in, blocking the stars from our view.
With a crack of thunder, the skies opened up and a sheet of rain cascaded down on us.
Squealing, we made a run for it, darting the three blocks to our apartment building. We didn’t bother to wait for the elevator, instead opting to sprint up the stairs. My chest burned with each labored breath interspersed between the heaving laughter as I fell back against my door.
Panting, our laughter faded away as Adam leaned over me, two palms on either side of my face. Overhead, a light flickered in the hallway a few times before burning out entirely, shrouding us in darkness. Adam towered over me, caging me in against the door with two thick columned arms.
Arms I could slather with whipped cream then lick clean.
“So…” I started to say, shuffling my feet against the worn gray welcome mat outside my door. “I guess this is goodnight?”
Adam shook his head slowly which I mirrored.
“It’s not goodnight?” I asked.
