Page 54 of Gemini Queen
Inside it’s all messy, the way I know this rebel mate of mine likes it. Against the bucolic backdrop of her painted frescoes, she has the desk lamp lit and a toasty fire burning and the curtains open while fat snowflakes swirl past her frosty windows. Half the contents of her armoire are flung over the bed and the vanity like a bomb’s gone off in here. She’s probably spent the whole night hunting for something she can stand to wear.
I have a nice surprise lined up for her in that department, and I’m hoping she’ll like it and that I don’t screw everything up again. The air is sweet with roses and vanilla, likeher.
The fragrance of my beloved.
While she closes the door behind me, I lower the pizza carefully to the desk, unload my six pack of tall green bottles, and produce plastic plates and napkins from the sack dangling over my arm.
“Juno’s Pizza,” she says, reading the box. “Good to know they have pizza on this rock.”
“There’s a pizza kiln at Villa Hadrian. I told you we’re pretty self-sufficient.” I fish out the bottle opener from the pocket of my chinos and concentrate on popping the cap from a pair of longnecks. I’m really hoping she doesn’t send me away. In principle, I’ve already eaten, but I couldn’t eat much knowing she’s up here alone and hungry.
Honestly, I’ll be perfectly happy just sitting here watching her eat.
“Silver lining to every cloud, I guess. Cop a squat.” She waves a casual hand, leaving it up to me to figure out whether she wants me parked at the desk where she studies, on the stool in front of her little vanity, or sitting on her bed.
Just the thought of her bed makes my heart thunder and my whole body heat.
I had the best wake-up of my entire life this morning in that bed, with Zara in my arms mumbling in her cute sleepy voice that she wanted to feel my tongue. God knows it would’ve been a new experience for me, and I probably wouldn’t have been sitting on top ofthatDean’s List after my first attempt.
But I’m more than willing to put all that educational reading and DVD research I’ve done to good use and experiment with Zara until I learn how best to please her.
While I stand there staring at her bed with a hot blush spreading across my face, my fated mate digs into the box and loads onto her plate a couple of fat triangles dripping with melted cheese. She grabs a handful of napkins and one of the open beers and beelines for the bed.
For the sake of having something to do rather than standing there marooned in the middle of her bedroom blushing like an idiot, I help myself to a slice and a beer. She’s already settled cross-legged on the bed, her plate in her lap. She takes a hearty bite and moans in a way that gives me an instant hard-on.
That’s exactly the way she was moaning this morning with my hand buried in her divine pussy.
It makes me so happy to see her enjoying the food I’ve brought for her. Actually, the fact that she’s letting me take care of her at all, even in this minor way, makes me nearly euphoric. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. To take care of her. Having her angry at me over how she ended up here has been destroying me.
I’m still wondering where to sit. The desk is too far from the bed and too far from her to suit me. She’s all the way across the room. We’d need megaphones to hear each other. The vanity is closer, so I hesitantly head that way.
“Neo,” she mumbles around another mouthful of pizza. “You’re a great big guy and that stool is super tiny. It’ll probably break if you sit on it. Just sit over here with me.”
Over here means on the bed.
Her bed.
She’s inviting me into her bed.
It doesn’t matter that it’s fully made and we’re only sitting on top of her bedspread eating pizza. It’s one step closer to being with her. To being hers. To making her mine.
Happily I toe off my shoes and settle on the bed across from her, careful not to crowd too close. I balance my pizza on the bedside table. I’m still way too nervous to eat, but I take a swallow of cold fizzy beer to settle my nerves.
“This is so good,” she sighs, making respectable inroads into her food, though I’ll be super careful not to comment on how fast she’s eating. One thing I’ve learned from my kid sister—my primary source of female insight—is that girls really don’t like you to comment on how fast or how much they eat.
Anyway, I’ll happily feed Zara the whole pie by hand if she wants. It’s enough just to see her enjoy something I’ve brought her.
“I’m so glad you like it, Zara,” I say softly.
She slews a glance up at me, probably reading my entire nonexistent sexual history in my glass face. Nervously I adjust my glasses on my nose. Her own vivid face softens.
“I love it,” she says, just as softly. “It’s honestly the best pizza I’ve ever tasted. Thank you for bringing it, Neo.”
“Anytime, babe.” I tilt back my bottle for another sip and watch her eyes linger on my lips, then follow my throat when I swallow. Predictably, my dick hardens in my chinos all over again.
I want her so much. I’ve wanted her forever.
She’s still slowly chewing, but she seems mostly to have forgotten her half-eaten pizza. Her gaze is roaming over my chest and shoulders in my burgundy Academy sweater as though she likes what she’s seeing, and I really hope she does. I’m hers, all hers, and I’m ready to devote my entire life to protecting her, caring for her, and bringing her pleasure.
