Page 81 of Enemies to Prom Dates
He gave me his impertinent look. “You know why.”
“Afraid I’m going to attack you?”
“Afraid you’re going to tempt me,” he said.
I lifted my chin. “Would that be a bad thing?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re not doing this.” He pointed a finger between us and the bed.
Was he blushing?
“Why not?”
He sighed, his head falling back on his shoulders. “Beth,” he groaned. “Don’t do this to me. It’s hard enough.”
“That’s what she said.”
Now he was growling at me. “We’re not doing this because I’m not taking your virginity as some kind of payout for a bet.”
“Oh, I didn’t actually bet anything,” I confessed. “All the money I make goes toward food, remember?”
I kicked off my shoes and crawled onto his bed on my hands and knees. I think this was supposed to be sexy. When I got to the edge near him, I looked up. This time his expression was something else entirely. I knew this look. I hadn’t understood it before, but this was hisI want to eat you upexpression.
If the pulsing between my legs was any indication, I wanted to be eaten.
“Fine, then we’re not doing this because you’re not ready.”
“How doyouknow ifI’mready?”
He sat on the edge of the bed facing away from me. “Because I know you.”
“I can say the words now,” I whispered into his ear. “I’ve been practicing.”
In a crazy sudden twist of his torso, he managed to wrap one arm around my waist and pull me over and onto him so that I was firmly planted on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, where I could confirm itwashard enough. I pressed tighter against him and he cupped my butt in his hands holding me still.
“I want to do this, Fitz,” I said, my hands on his incredibly wide shoulders. I was so safe with him. So utterly protected. I wanted to cry at the thought of how much I’d missed this feeling since my father left.
“That’s why we’re not going to.”
“Stop patronizing me and do me already.”
He laughed but he shook his head. “See that’s the problem. You don’t want to have sex with me because you’re turned on. You want to have sex with me because you feel like you need something from me. I want you to be desperate for me. You just want todo it.That’s not a good enough reason. It’s not personal enough for me.”
“You’re so fucking noble right now, I hate you.”
He kissed me to make up for it, and I thought, this was where I always wanted to be. I pressed my full body against him and let him have access to my mouth, my soul, my everything. Then I felt his hands slide up the back of my sweater, along my skin and, from the slightest movement of his hand, I could feel the back clasp of my bra was now open.
I pulled away from him and as I did his fingers slid over my rib cage until he was cupping both my breasts in his hands.
I looked at him then, questioning.
“I didn’t say we weren’t going to do stuff,” he said even as his fingers played with my nipples, which were super hard right now. “This is second base, Beth. Now will you let me lift this sweater up and over your head so I can suck on these?”
That sound I made was like a “Annhumm.”
