Page 24 of The Right Guy
He quirked his brow. “Try me.”
“I just wanted to live a normal life for once, without people recognizing me as designer royalty. And my father ordered me to marry an affluent guy, but money isn’t everything.” There, I said it aloud. I admitteditto Ro, no less. “Money and stature aren’t everything.”
“Fairytales don’t exist, Ada.” His fingertips brushed across my arm. “You can’t change your family. Whoever you meet will have to be cool with that. There’s no point fooling yourself. People withoutmoneywill always want money. Your dad is right: you need to marry a guy with a big bank balance.”
I briefly closed my eyes, feeling my throat close over. Theo wasn’t like that. He didn’t need money to make him happy, which meant he’d never want to dive into my world. That thought alone made my chest tighten.
“I’m taking over our family business too. Kim can follow her dream of being an archaeologist, but I’m theeldest, which makes me next in line. I’m expected to be shrewd and savvy, sporty and charming. Sounds like we have a lot in common.”
Did we? Theo and I loved the same things, right down to the specific brand of buffalo mozzarella on our pizza.
“Maybe we do.” I wasn’t sure. This was our first in-depth conversation, and it’s not exactly that deep.
“You’re so sweet, Ada.” His fingers landed on my frames, instantly lifting them off my nose. The sudden movement surprized me and I whimpered. It was an odd strangled gargle that was part giggle, part gasp. “You’re my temptation,” he added. Warmth pressed into my jaw and he nudged my head around to face him. “Our kiss has been playing on my mind.”
“Have you broken up with Fia again?” I muttered, feeling unsure.
Ro sighed lightly and shrugged. “Yeah—again.”
His lips appeared pleasant and inviting. I couldn’t tell him our secret had played on mind too, or that it rivaled a kiss with Theo. A kiss I had to relive and remind myself of the passion.
I’d been sober when Ro’s naughty mouth had taken mine. The kiss was wonderful—daring and risky, but was it epic? Now, the cramp in my gut directed me to Theo. I demanded to remember his taste and to fill the hole of uncertainty. To finally answer my own burning question—was Theo’s kiss better than Ro’s? Did it matter? Theo was with someone else, and Ro was here was me.
In a beat, his face drew closer, and his mouth descended. I froze. The delicate warm sensation of his tongue excited me. Slow, unhurried, tentative licks explored and teased. His palm rested on my cheek, and his hips angled so they nestled closer. A determined prod of his erection sent a tremor right through me.This situation was everything I had wished for in the past.
Ro was making out with me, on my bed, yet I wasn’t quite sure if the tingle in my gut was arousal or guilt.
“I’m so horny, just from kissing you.” His tone was thick and lustful, matching the depth of emerald green swallowing the tiny black pupils.
The sultry spell of Ro Huxley had me scrambling to gather my thoughts. “We shouldn’t,” I mumbled.
Part of me meant it. Ro didn’t belong to me. His lips would always belong to Fia, yet here he was, giving them to me without hesitation. And my lips, I’d offered them to a man who was happy to pretend it never happened.
But it did.
And Theo’s lips were all I could think of.
It was his flawless lips I craved—more than Ro’s.
I pulled away, resting my palm on his chest to keep a distance.
The mattress became uncomfortable when he stared at me with uncertainty. “Ada?”
This was all wrong. Even my stomach rolled in protest.
A heavy emotion swarmed inside me, closing my desire off to the guy before me. It riddled me with regret because it felt like I’d just cheated on my soul mate.
Kim whimpered again. A drunken murmur that quickly dissipated into my bleeding heart. This wasn’t dirty and sexy, it was wrong.
“Ro, this isn’t right.” I shook my head.
“We’re just having fun.” Devilish fingers slid under my tee to trace the bare skin. Soft wet lips feathered my collarbone, and his teeth delicately nipped the jutted angle.“It’s okay, Ada,” he panted with a huskiness that made my heart buck.
“No, it’s not okay, Ro.” His tongue dragged along the arch of throat. “I want—”
My head tilted back, allowing him access to the contour of my jaw. An automatic pelvic flex rocked me into his hardness, right there, firm and ready—waiting. I had done that to him. The clean, fresh scent that had once consumed me was dangerous.
“Don’t worry about Fia. I’m fed up with her bitching.”
