Page 33 of Wild Ever After
“Yep.” I nod and reach over to get the champagne bottle and fill up my glass again. I should have let the guys take me to the strip club last night, or picked up someone at the bar. One last hurrah before I’m confined to porn and my right hand.
She sighs dreamily. “I can’t even remember the last time I had sex. How sad is that?”
“Uh…didn’t your dude just leave town last week?”
“Yeah, but we hadn’t had sex in…” She pauses and thinks. “I still can’t remember.”
How’s a guy live with someone like Jade and not try to get in her pants every freaking day?
“What?” she asks, gathering her hair and pulling it over one shoulder.
“I’m just surprised.”
“What about you? When’s the last time you had sex?”
“Three months ago.”
“That seems like a long time.”
“You’re telling me.” I chuckle and then finish unbuttoning my dress shirt and toss it onto the nearby chair.
Jade’s gaze roams over the snug white T-shirt I wore underneath. “Oh, god. We just signed up for twelve months without sex.”
“Fifteen if you count the last three months.” I swallow the final drop of champagne, then reach for the bottle again, only to find it empty. “And we’re officially out of booze.”
“Now what?” she asks.
“Sleep, I guess.”
Her gaze goes to the wall we share with Mav and Dakota’s room. “They finally passed out, so at least we won’t need ear plugs.”
“Don’t fool yourself. They’re probably just catching their breath.” I get to my feet and then hold out a hand to help her up.
One, or both of us, is unsteady on our feet and she catches herself by placing a hand on my chest.
“Woah. Sorry. Too much champagne.”
“Yeah. Definitely time for bed.” I rest a hand over hers, the ring on my left ring finger rubbing against the diamond on hers. She smells like the sweet alcohol we’ve been downing, and her skin is so soft.
My fingers have a mind of their own, gliding up to her wrist and then to her elbow. Jade’s chest rises and falls quicker as her breathing picks up, but she doesn’t say a word until it’s clear I’m not going to take any more liberties.
“The guys asked me if we were going to consummate the marriage.” I meant it to be funny, but the air is thick with tension.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “A year is a long time, and technically, we are married.”
“True, but it could make things more complicated.”
“Is that even possible?” she asks.
My brain says yes, but my dick says no. I shrug.
“Are you even attracted to me?”
I laugh. Is she for real?
“Seriously.” She does her own exploring, gliding a hand up my arm and squeezing my bicep. “Forget that I’m the only candidate for sex for the next twelve months. Forget you know anything about me. You see me at a bar sitting by myself, are you attracted to me?”
“The first time I saw youwasat a bar,” I say. “And yes, of course.”
