Page 11 of His Fairytale Princess
“I’m taking off, Brin. I’ll catch ya later! And nice to meet you, Preston.”
I clear my throat, my voice hoarse and a little raspy.
“Yeah, you too, Lola. See ya round.”
“Bye Lo!”
The moment is over and Brin steps back to allow some modicum of space between us, even though I can still feel her body heat.
She places a hand across her heart and sighs, biting down on her full lip. “Wow. My heart is beating so fast.”
I grin because that makes me happy to hear. “Good. Mine too.”
“Um, so…” she suddenly looks a little frazzled, scanning the room uneasily. “I guess we’re good here for now. We should probably go.”
“Yeah, sure. Of course. Let’s go.”
I usher her out toward the hallway but stop her with a squeeze of my hand at her wrist.
“Brinly, can I…will you go out with me?”
She doesn’t turn or look at me right away, but when she finally does turn around, her head is bent down toward the floor. I gently cup her chin and tip it so I can look in her eyes. If she’s going to turn me down, I want it at least to be eye-to-eye when I receive the crushing blow.
“Unless, you don’t want to?”
“No…I mean, yes. I mean, I don’t know.”
I’ll admit, I’m a little confused and have no idea what she means. Tilting my head, I chuckle, furrowing my brow.
“Okay, you lost me. Yes, you want to go out with me? Or no, you don’t?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I do want to go out with you, but I’m not sure I can. I mean, I’m your tutor and all.”
Ah. Now I see where this is going.
I step in close so we’re practically chest to chest and lean down, kissing her cheek and then moving to the shell of her ear. With her hair up, it allows me access to the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. I barely touch it with my lips, but her skin singes me regardless. She’s electrifying.
“I promise I won’t let it interfere and we’ll keep things separate. Please say yes, Brinly. Don’t make me beg.”
The irony in my statement is that I would beg in a second if I had to. I’d get down on my knees in front of this beautiful girl and make a complete and utter fool of myself if it would win me a date with her.
I continue peppering kisses – pecks, really, across her flesh and enjoy the goosebumps that form there.
As if shaking off a stupor, she jumps out of my arms and steps back as I straighten to my full height, eying her skeptically. Patiently.
“I’d like to go out with you, Preston. As long as things don’t get weird or cause a distraction during your tutoring session.”
Her answer thrills me, and I pick her up – all five-foot-three of her – swinging her around as she laughs.
“Thank you. You made my week. I can die a happy man.”
I drop her to her feet and she swats me. “Don’t talk like that! We at least have to go on our date before you keel over.”
Following behind her, I watch her bouncy steps as we descend the stairway and out to the car. She has slight curves and a natural, feminine sway to her hips. Flirty and sweet.
And sexy as fuck.
