Page 61 of My Kind of Trouble
‘Yeah. In fact, I had an idea I was coming over here to discuss with you last night before you distracted me. Get up. We have plans today,’ he said, rolling out from under her grasp and standing from the bed.
She groaned at the thought of leaving. She wanted to stay wrapped up in each other all day long. Sightseeing seemed overrated, all of a sudden. As she stared up at his naked form,her mouth watering at the thought of having him inside her again, his skilled hands working their magic, she decided that this was the only sight she needed to see.
As if her impure preoccupations were being displayed for him to see, Alex gave her a devilish smile as he headed toward the shower.
‘Don’t worry, Trouble. Now I know how greedy for me you are. I’m not a complete monster. So, if you get your fine ass in here in the next five seconds, I’ll make sure you have one for the road.’
With a wink, he disappeared into the bathroom, and she was soon flying from the bed and rushing in after him, because he didn’t have to tell her twice. She was an addict who would do anything for her next fix. And Alex was her new addiction.
Noa eyes rolled in the back of her head as Alex pulled up outside the hostel on a moped that he had hired.
‘You’re kidding, right?’
‘What is there to joke about? Come on, Trouble. Hop on.’
She loved her nickname on his lips, especially remembering how he had groaned it in her ear last night. But she still, stubbornly, remained in the spot where she stood. She couldn’t believe the hypocrisy of this man. Not even a week ago he had lost his mind over her getting on a moped, and now, here he was demanding she get on his. Well, she wouldn’t make it that easy.
‘Have you suffered memory loss or something? Were you not the same guy who demanded I not get on a moped last week because they are, and I quote, “a death trap”?’ shesaid.
‘Oh, so youwerelistening to me but just chose to be a brat and ignore me. Good to know,’ he replied with a pointed look.
‘I was not being a brat. You were being an overprotective ass and I’m a feminist who does not believe in letting a man tell her what to do so…’
‘Not what it looked like to me last night,’ he interrupted with a knowing smirk.
‘Alex,’ she whisper-shouted, desperately looking around like someone could have overheard what he had just said.
Chuckling, he tapped the seat behind him again and held out a helmet for her.
‘This time I’m driving, so I can keep you safe. It’s different.’
‘Like I said, caveman,’ she rolled her eyes, but walked toward him and accepted the helmet.
‘For you, always. Get used to it.’
She hated how much that simple statement made her stomach flip, warming her from the inside out. Feminist, her ass.
He leant into her, fastening her helmet tight under her chin and shaking it to make sure it fit.
‘There. You’re not going anywhere now,’ he whispered.
Noa wasn’t even sure it was meant for her ears, so she slipped on the back of the moped, wrapping her arms around him as they peeled away from the hostel and down the dirt track road.
They pulled up at the side of the road, a clearing to their left that obviously led to a walking trail. She glanced around, searching for any clues as to where they were, but came upshort. There was nothing but green for miles and, if she squinted, she could make out a narrow clearing with what could potentially pass as a dirt path. There were no smells that suggested they were close to civilisation, only the earthy scents of damp leaves and mud.
‘So, hey, is this the part where, now that you have had your way with me, you take me into the woods and kill me?’
‘I don’t know what crazy shit you’ve been reading or publishing recently, but necrophilia is not my kink.’
Noa’s face grimaced at his choice of words, but she cleared the thought from her mind as she followed him down the trail.
‘So where are we then?’
‘You ask a lot of questions, Noa,’ Alex chuckled, and she let out a deflated sigh, her shoulders dropping.
‘I know. Sorry. It’s a control thing. I…’
‘Hey, it’s not a bad thing. I love how your mind works, how inquisitive you are. I know it’s a hard place to be sometimes, but don’t ever be sorry for the things that make it easier, okay?’
