Page 88 of Bad Crush
I climb on top of him and kiss him, hoping some of my confidence in him transfers. I have no doubt he’s capable of doing anything he wants. And I highly doubt his speech is crap, even now when he claims it’s rough.
“Okay.” I pull back before we get carried away. “Back to work. We’ll continue this later.”
26
Adam
I’m sittingon my bed working on my speech while Reagan paces my room reading lines. She’s been working on one scene for the better part of an hour. It sounded fine to me the first time, but what the hell do I know?
“Ugh,” she groans and flops onto the bed, lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m never going to get it right.”
I abandon my work and lean over so I can kiss her. “Yes, you will. Hell, it sounds like you already know it by heart.”
“I know the lines, but I’m still not getting the character right.”
This is so far out of my expertise. “What can I do to help?”
“Nothing.” She sighs. “Kiss me again.”
I climb on top of her and kiss her until we’re both breathless.
“I have an idea.” I stand and adjust my dick. Down boy.
“Now?” She sits up, resting on an elbow. Her face is red, and she eyes my crotch.
“Yep. Kissing you gives me the best ideas.”
“Hmmm.” She hums and shoots me a playful smile that makes her dimples show. “I have a much better one.”
“Later, remember?” I pull her upright. “Come on.”
* * *
“Arewe allowed to be in here?” Reagan asks as we walk into the arena.
“Eh… it would probably be frowned upon, but I won’t tell if you don’t.”
She stares out at the ice. “Is now a bad time to admit I’m a terrible skater?”
“I got you.”
We change into skates, and I step onto the ice. When I look back, Reagan is still clinging to the wall.
“I haven’t been skating since I was five or six.”
I take both her hands, and she slowly steps to me. “It’s like riding a bike.”
“I was never very good at that either.” She wobbles and squeezes my hands in a death grip.
I’m basically pulling her along, but slowly her grasp lessens. The cool air makes her cheeks red. She’s concentrating so damn hard.
I move in front of her and skate backward.
“Show off,” she mutters. Her gaze lifts to me, and she loses balance. I grab her elbow before she goes down.
“Oh, baby, this isn’t even close to showing off.” I pull her closer to the wall so she can stop and hold on if she wants, and then I take off on the ice skating hard to the other end. I jump and go side to side, backward. I even throw in a little leap.
Being on the ice makes me so ridiculously happy, but being here with Reagan is next level. It takes all of my love of skating and makes it seem more complete somehow. I want to take her skating a bunch more times until she’s comfortable, although, her needing to hold on to me as we skate doesn’t suck either.
