Page 80 of Playbook
“Can we go back to before? I don’t want to lose the best fake girlfriend I’ve ever had. I can keep my lips to myself.” He winks. “Probably.”
His concern is sweet, but unwarranted. I’m not mad or even freaked out. I just…want to do it again. Is it possible it’s just been so long since I kissed someone new that I’d forgotten how great first kisses are? Or is he really that good? I know the answer to that with zero consideration. Of course he’s a great kisser, he’s had a lot of practice.
I know that asking my fake boyfriend to kiss me again so I can test a theory I’m working is a terrible idea. Do I consider it? Absolutely. But what I say is, “Yeah, definitely.”
“Cool.” His lopsided grin reappears. He takes my hand like it’s the most natural thing. While I replay what those long fingers felt like tangled in my hair.
“So, what are we looking for?” I ask, stepping away from him and breaking contact but trying to play it off like nothing is wrong. The only thing that’s wrong is I haven’t had sex in too long, and thanks to Mr. Great Kisser here, my body is all primed for some action. Even hand-holding feels like too much contact right now. It’s hormone overload inside me.
“A bed.”
“A bed?” I’m sure I misheard him. That’s my hormones wishing he’d pull me onto one and kiss the crap out of me. I stop and look around. Sure enough, we’re in the section where dozens of king-size beds are made up in cozy, tempting displays.
The universe must be fucking with me. My fake boyfriend didn’t kiss me, make me all hot and bothered, and then bring me to pick out a bed, right?
“Yeah, I figured it’s time to say goodbye to the old beer pong table and get a proper guest bed.”
I’m still staring at him blankly.
“You know, for when my fake girlfriend gets drunk and crashes at my place but refuses to take my bed.”
“You’re buying me a bed?”
“I mean…” He tilts his head to the side and shuffles uncomfortably. “Not just you.”
Right. Of course. It’s totally normal to buy a bed for a guest room. But the idea that he’s doing it specifically because I slept on his couch is so considerate, I’m a little taken aback.
But not really. Brogan is always considerate. I mean, the guy just kissed me because he was trying to piss off my ex-boyfriend for my benefit. I just…I didn’t expect him to be like this.
“So…” One side of his mouth quirks up. “See any you like?”
I shake my thoughts free and force myself to look around. “I’m not so picky.”
“Says the woman who wouldn’t sleep inmybed.”
“I wasn’t going to kick you out of your own bed.”
“Could have just joined me. It’s big enough for company.” With a cocky grin, he heads through the showroom.
“Right about now I’m wishing I had,” I mutter so quietly he doesn’t hear me.
Brogan stops next to a low platform bed. “What do you think of this one?”
I shake my head. “You might as well just get a mattress and toss it onto the floor.”
He chuckles. “Okay. What about this?”
“You’re kidding.” I side-eye the futon.
“Yeah. I just wanted to see your face.”
We keep going. There are many of the same simple bed with upholstered headboards in varying colors. He skips by all those and heads toward a massive four-poster canopy bed. It looks like something out of a Victorian-era movie but with modern furnishings. The headboard is large with intricate details. The mattress rests on a low-profile platform similar to the first bed, but this one has dark navy posts at each corner that connect at the top. A flowy, gauzy material hangs above it. The whole thing screams sex.
“It’s a big bed,” I say.
He rests one of his big hands on the posts and then wraps his fingers around it. After giving it a shake, he says, “Sturdy, too.”
Heat surges from head to toe as I imagine him naked and on top of me, shaking the whole bed with the force of how hard he fucks me.
