Page 49 of Honey Undone
“Someone dropped this off for you earlier but he didn’t wanna leave it outside your door so I stashed it for you,” she smiled at me with a mouth full of braces that made her look way younger than she actually was.
“Thanks,” I grabbed the small purple gift bag from her and wandered toward the elevator. Instead I dug in the bag and found two jars of cream that looked like someone had filled themselves as well as a note. The door dinged open and the second I was inside of my apartment with everything tossed on the counter I pulled the note from the bag, laying it on the counter as I opened one of the jars.
I got Silas to mix up some arnica cream with something that smells like you. He says it will help with bruising. If you need any help rubbing it on, text me but until then heal up, so I can leave marks of my own.
I lifted the jar to my nose and it smelled like citrus and arnica but it was less harsh than usual… I couldn’t help but smile at the note resisting the urge to feign idiocy just to see his face.
Very obsessive loverboy of you
I texted before taking a little cream between my fingers and rubbing it on a faded bruise on my arm gently. He had gone out of his way to leave me this and it was going to fuck with my head.
Duality.
JENSEN
Adeline opened the door in a pair of tight jean shorts and a knitted crop top that showed off her stomach, it made my mouth dry. I leaned against the door frame, gripping the top frame in my fingers to keep from grabbing her and locking her inside for the next week where only I could see her.
“I’m not changing,” she said, reading my expression.
“I don’t want you to change,” I said, wetting my bottom lip as my eyes traced the script around her thigh. “Unless you want to skip our date and get naked?” I suggested and she rolled pretty eyes at me.
“Going out was your idea and it took me an hour to fix my hair. I’m leaving the house,” she snapped, pushing on my chest with her hand but I didn’t budge. “I have to lock the door, tough guy,” she said as I inhaled her.
“Pay the toll,” I teased with a stupid, lovesick smile.
“What are you, thirteen?” She laughed. “Move.”
“It’s been nearly a week, Adeline, I’m not moving unless you make me,” I threatened. I felt cocky and free. The energy that she gave off surged through me like electricity and I wanted to feel like that every single day of my life.
“You know I can make you right?” She smiled at me and the world slipped off its axis.
"Excessive force turns me on," I whispered as she pushed forward until our shoes met and tilted her chin up to me, obliging in the demand like she hated it but the second our lips met it was clear she had missed me too.
She pulled away too quickly and I grabbed her chin, tugging her gently back to me for another one, “one more?” I mumbled against her mouth, sliding my tongue against her bottom lip as she leaned into me.
“One more." She kissed me again with a tiny hum that vibrated from the base of her throat. I could feel her smile against my lips and allowed me one more quick peck before pushing me backward out of the way.
I choked on my own spit as she turned, the back of her shorts cut higher than the front and showed off the sweet under-curve of her ass. “You’re going to be the death of me,” I grumbled under my breath. “Don’t mumble. If you’re going to compliment me," she sounded annoyed as she turned to me with a smug look. "Say it with your chest, Jensen."
“I said,you’re going to be the death of me,” I lowered my tone and leaned into her space but she didn’t even flinch.
“You sound ungrateful,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” I hummed, leaning closer but she was quicker and moved clear of the kiss.
“You never told me where we were going in your text,” she said to me as we stepped onto the elevator, I couldn’t help but link my hand into hers just needing her touch.
“It’s a surprise,” I said to her.
“I hate surprises,” she groaned as we made our way to the car.
“No you don’t,” I argued, “you hate not having controlofthe surprise.”
Adeline eyed me as I reluctantly let go of her hand and opened the door for her. She had left her hair down again and it was even curlier than the last time, messy and bouncy in the wind. Always begging to be touched. She didn’t say anything else as she slipped into the passenger seat.
We’d been in the car for all of five minutes but I couldn’t stand it anymore, my hand slipped over the center, finding the tender skin of her thigh. My fingers tickled across the raised ink and she parted her legs just enough for my hand to lay comfortably before she closed them again and trapped my fingers against her.
I looked over at her, expecting her to be pissed off at my brazen touch but she leaned back against the seat watching the trees pass by completely at peace. She liked my hand there. I smiled to myself and turned back to the road. We only had to go to Lorette for the evening and it was worth it when I pulled into the parking lot of Kojo’s just from the look on her face.
