Page 91 of Sweet Addiction
“Why?” he pushes, and I bristle momentarily before pushing my reaction away and giving him room to answer.
Old habits die hard, but I’m trying.
“Because you deserve to live your truth, Dillan. And your mom and sister might just become your biggest allies.” He kisses my temple. “After me, of course. You did something amazing, baby. They might be able to help you deal with it if you tell them instead of lying by omission.”
“I don’t like it when you’re right,” I admit with a pout because, damn it, heisright, and it’s annoying. “But that’s not me saying I’m ready to talk to them about this. Just that I’ll think about it.”
His smile is both parts victor and devil. “You could always punish me when you get home, if it makes you feel better.”
My body perks up with that thought.
Visions of Rome tied up and at my mercy flood my mind.Hmmm...
“I’m not sure I’d know how to punish you,” I tease and let my mind run wild.
“So long as it ends with you kissing me to make it better, I’m game.” He captures my mouth with his, and I moan into the kiss, wishing I didn’t have to leave this happy bubble we have within these walls. Ignorance is bliss.
I pull back and smile against his mouth. “See you tonight, handsome.”
“Any idea why Mom called in aWizard of Oznight?” Lilah asks as she roots through The Busy Bee bag for another fry.
“Dude. We’ll be at Mom’s in three minutes. Stop eating in my car.”
I’m only half serious, but it’s kinda fun to tease her.
Lilah’s eyes well up like I just said she has a fat ass, and there goes my fun. “Whatever,” she grumbles and folds the bag.
“Whatever,” I grumble back at her like we’re six years old. “I don’t know anything either. Your guess is as good as mine.”
She lifts the damn bag and sniffs it like she hasn’t eaten in days, and I give in.
“Fine. But do not get french fries and salt all over my car,” I bitch, hoping she listens.
I never eat in my car.
“Like I’m going to let a single fry go to waste,” she snaps and happily pops another one in. “So how are things with you and Romeo?”
I side-eye her. “Been dying to use that all day, haven’t you?”
“More like the entire past two months,” she giggles. “Now spill before we get to Mom’s. I want the real version. Like everything you’re not going to tell Mom. How does he kiss?”
“What?” I ask, turning my head quickly because I’m so caught off guard. Lilah and I don’t talk like this. Not to each other. “I mean...” I stumble over my words. “He’s a good kisser.”
How the heck am I supposed to answer that?
“Come on... I’m pregnant and hormonal. Humor me. Is he a face grabber? Killian’s a face grabber, and man, do I love it.”
Jesus, she sounds like... What does she sound like?
She’s a woman in love and in lust with her husband.
Why would I begrudge her that?
I think about the way Rome kisses me. About the way he kissed me this morning.
“You’re blushing, little sister,” she teases, and I smile.
“He’s a really good kisser,” I finally give in and share. “And yeah, he’s a face grabber.” And then, just because I love thinking of him, I add, “He also really likes picking me up to move me where he wants me.” I’m not sure if that’s oversharing or not because this is kinda weird and new territory for us.
