Page 68 of Honeymoon Phase
“How thoughtful of them,” I murmur, my body humming to life with just the idea of Addison wearing something sexy. Sexy isn’t really her style. Don’t get me wrong, she always looks sexy, but she doesn’t dress sexy.
However, I get hard seeing her in her basic oversize T-shirts she wears to bed, so I fear my bar is pretty low when it comes to this woman.
Addison rolls her eyes at the expression on my face as we both make our way down the hall, lingering outside of each other’s prospective rooms. “Obviously they don’t know that we’ve only ever just kissed.”
“We haven’t kissed,” I reply with a self-deprecating huff.
Her jaw drops and she turns on her heel to look at me with righteous indignation. “The hell we didn’t!”
“When did we kiss?”
“On our wedding day, you asshole,” she snaps, whacking me in the chest before crossing her arms to glower up at me. “How could you forget?”
I roll my eyes. “That doesn’t count as a kiss.”
“Why not?” The lines between Addison’s brows deepen as she chews her lip.
I grip the bill of my hat, pulling it down as I step closer to her. Her back flattens against the wall as I lower my voice and say, “Because it wasn’t intentional.”
“Oh, so you would have done something different?”
“Hell yes I would have.”
“Like what?”
“Trust me, Addison Monroe, when I kiss you with intention, you’ll know it.”
Her eyes flash with something resembling the look she gave me last night when she was trying to show me how to make her fucking bread. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she wants me to kiss her.
Imagine that.
She inhales a shaky breath as her tongue slides across her ruddy lips. I watch her collarbone as her chest rises and falls, her breaths coming out more labored than before.
Her throat moves as she swallows and her voice is a whisper when she says, “So do it.”
My eyes lift to hers. Pupils dilated. Lips parted. Cheeks flushed. I shake my head slowly from side to side, my body screaming at me for my reply. “No way, you’ve been drinking.”
“I’m not drunk,” she snaps, arousal being changed to rage as she eyes me with a defiant look. “I have the tolerance of a lumberyard worker.”
“You sure about that?” I take a step back and rake my eyes over her whole body. “Hold your hands out to your sides.”
A cute smile spreads across her face as she does what I say.
“Touch your nose with your right hand.”
She moves her left hand and then quickly shakes her head as she moves her right, giggling when she realizes she almost fucked up the first exercise.
I purse my lips and glare at her. “Stand on one foot.”
She does, quirking a brow at me and waiting for the next command.
“Now hop three times.”
She hops three times, stumbling only slightly.
“Now say the alphabet backward.”
Her face falls. “I couldn’t do that drunk or sober!”
