Page 55 of Love to Prove You Wrong

“Has anyone ever told you you talk with your face?” he asked.

“Oh yeah? What is my face telling you?”

He put a finger on my lips and it felt as if they were being licked by burning flames. “Shhh. Enough with the endless talking. I know you want me to kiss you. If you don’t, you’ll have to stop me. If you stay quiet, I’ll take that as proof that you want me just as much as I want you.”

He let his finger slide to the corner of my mouth and pulled my bottom lip down, stroking it left to right. Then he put his palm on my cheek. He looked at me as if I was a yummy treat he just needed to have.

My breath came out in shorter, louder pants. Justin licked his lips and leaned in, his nose barely touching mine. Wow. He sure liked to take his time.

My arms hung limp against my body. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. All I could do was think about how I was about to kiss this gorgeous guy in the cockpit of a fake spacecraft, wearing a vest with blinking lights on it. If my heart wasn’t racing, that thought would’ve undoubtedly made me crack up laughing.

Our mouths were only millimeters apart and I closed my eyes. His lips crashed into mine. I let out a moan. All the feelings I had locked away for so long exploded inside of me. Now that his hungry mouth had found mine, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted to kiss Justin more than anything.

I put my shaking hands on the nape of his neck and let my fingers run through his hair. Now it was him who was letting out a low moan.

He let his tongue run against mine and bit my lip, slowly tugging it. Fire shot to every nerve ending in my body. His hands were on my face, my neck, my back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I said in between breaths.

“You’re one to talk.” His words came out all hoarse and urgent, just like his kisses.

The automated voice sounded over the loudspeakers again, announcing one more minute of gameplay. We both came up for air and locked eyes.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Addison Grant.”

I grinned. “The same goes for you, Justin Miller.”

We found each other’s mouths again and kissed like I’d never been kissed in my entire life. Then the lights came on, and the chattering voices of our friends drifted inside the cockpit.

“What if they see us together?” I whispered, my fingers intertwined with his.

“I’ll go first.”

I peered outside of the plexiglass. “Okay. I’m right behind you.”

He grabbed his blaster gun and crawled out of our little love cave. I raked my fingers through my hair, hoping it looked semi-okay. I didn’t want to raise any suspicion.

I picked up my gun and walked out of the arena as if I hadn’t just experienced the most mind-blowing make-out session ever.

Chapter Nineteen

How does one act normal and composed when one of the hottest, most popular movie stars of the year just kissed you and made you moan with pleasure? Exactly. It can’t be done.

When Ashley excitedly announced that we would have dinner with the boys before parting ways again, I felt more anxious than Jess during that mud bath. There was no way I’d be able to eat and make conversation with Justin right there. I made a deal with myself to sit at the opposite end of the table so I could avoid him altogether. We could always catch up later, after everyone had gone home and we could be alone.

We headed to a Mexican restaurant a block from the laser warehouse. Ashley had conveniently positioned herself so that she’d be walking next to Justin. We were barely out of the door when she was laughing and touching him again. Only this time, it didn’t bother me like it had before, because it was my lips he’d kissed, not hers.

“How are you doing?” Suzie asked, catching up with me. “It seems like we’ve hardly had any time to properly talk today.”

“Everything is a-okay. No calls from the inn, no frantic Diane trying to get me to set up a table to sell vacuum cleaners at the wedding, no escaping ducks, and no unsatisfied customers. So, yeah, it’s all gooood.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is something up? You’re all sweaty and starry-eyed.”

“It was intense in there. I did a lot of running, hence the red face. I’ll be feeling it tomorrow for sure,” I said. Then I stretched my arms above my head for good measure.

Suzie didn’t look entirely convinced by my rendition of McSporty Girl, but didn’t press the issue.

“Too bad we couldn’t take a shower at that place.” She pulled her t-shirt to air it out. “I’m all sweaty. It’s a good thing we won, though.”

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