Page 32 of Just for Fun
She rolls her eyes at me. “I believe themultiple sourcespart.”
“Why, Zara,” I press a hand to my chest. “You can’t be jealous already of all the women that came before you.” I lean over and touch her leg. “You’re the only one for me right now, baby.”
The disgust on her face makes me laugh again. She really can’t take a joke if her life depended on it. I also have a suspicion that she doesn’t have a ton of experience with guys. If I were to guess, I’d say she had two boyfriends in her lifetime, tops.
“You are gross,” she informs me in a haughty tone. “Advertising what a player you are won’t make me like you more. In fact, I would suggest you didn’t brag about that kind of stuff to your future serious girlfriend.”
I shrug. “But I already have, so we’re past that.”
“Already have what?” She squints her eyes at me when she asks.
“I have already bragged to my future serious girlfriend about my past conquests.”
I chuckle internally at the big words I’m using. This girl brings it out of me, I guess.
“Oh my God!” Her mouth drops open. “You have a serious girlfriend but look online for a date for this wedding you’re supposed to go to? What kind of person are you?” She looks away, like she can’t look at me anymore. “This is the reason why I hate meeting new people,” she mumbles, most likely to herself, but I’m not deaf, so I can hear her. “They are all the same, all of them.”
The disdain in her voice makes me feel bad about teasing her like this, and I start brainstorming on how I can save the situation. I really like her, and I want her to come to Ray’s wedding with me.
“Hey!” I stretch my arm and wrap my hand around her nape. “Look at me.”
She is extremely stubborn, I must say, especially when she refuses to turn her head to look at me. I can feel the tension in her neck when I try to turn her head my way.
“Zara, please look at me,” I beg.
I have no idea what does it, but she relaxes some and finally turns her head. Her face is still flushed with anger, and her eyes look glassy, like she is about to cry.
“I don’t have a serious girlfriend,” I tell her. “In fact, I don’t have a girlfriend at all,” I confess. “That’s the reason why I was on this app, I promise.”
She doesn’t say anything, but those tears she was holding back before are not wetting the corners of her eyes.
“You don’t owe me any explanation,” she murmurs.
“I really don’t,” I agree. “But I do like you a lot, and I don’t want you to think badly of me.”
The tears are now running freely down the sides of her face. I hate the sadness I see there and the only way I can think of to make it feel better is to kiss her.
With that thought in mind, I come up a little higher while gently pulling on her neck until are mouths are close enough to touch. She is once again staring at me with wide eyes that look clearer somehow with the water in them.
I press my lips gently on hers, expecting her to once again act like a robot, but I am surprised when she opens her mouth, her tongue licking at mine. Taking advantage of the situation, I suck it in, then massage it with my own tongue, going back and forth like that, ready to take this to whatever level she allows.
When she turns more into her seat and sticks her hands into my hair, I let out a moan, sucking harder on her tongue, wishing like hell that we were in a different location.
“Yes, baby,” I groan, pleasure invading my entire body when I push my tongue into her mouth and she starts doing to me the same thing I was doing to her.
I lose track of time and where we are. All I can think of is that I want Zara in my bed in the worst of ways. Right now. Right here.
“Hey, there are kids around,” someone calls out.
I hear it, but I can’t focus enough to understand what it means, my focus solely on Zara and the way she’s finally let go, kissing me like she means it.
“Get a room!”
This time, I feel Zara freezing in my arms. With her hands still in my hair, she pushes at my head. That only spurs me on, and I suck on her tongue harder.
“Ow!” I pull back when she yanks at my hair so hard, I wonder if she pulled it out by the root.
“People are calling for us to stop,” she whisper yells at me, fingers still clenched in my hair. “We could get arrested for indecent exposure!”
