Page 29 of The Best Book Boyfriend
“Are you having fun?”
“I am actually, thank you. Right back to the game. Do you hold hands in public?”
“Yes, but only with my Granny Annie.” My answer makes the most beautiful smile spread out across her face. I’m glad she’s feeling a little more relaxed and enjoying this game as much as I am. I extend my arm across the back of the sofa cushions, half wondering if she’ll hold my hand, but she’s too far away and I curse myself for not having a smaller sofa. “Ask me another.”
“Do you like kissing?”
“I love kissing. Extremely underrated activity, if you ask me.” Right now, all I can think about is pressing my lips to hers, as if that wasn’t the first thing on my mind from the moment she walked in the door.
“Adam only really ever kissed me if it was going to lead to sex.” I feel a little gut punch when she says his name. I can’t stand the thought of her with him. “It wasn’t until I started reading romance novels that I realised you can kiss any time you want. Sometimes just kissing can be the end goal.”
“Kara, can you do me a favour?” I’m such an arsehole. I can’t believe I’m about to ask her this. “I know Adam is the only guy you’ve been with, so this isn’t really a logical request, but based on what you’ve told me, I don’t want to picture him anywhere near you. Can we leave his name out of this conversation? And I’ll do the same.”
“Of course,” she says with a smile.Phew.“Um, tell me what you like about kissing.”
I take a minute to really think about her question. “Well, for one I like that you can do it anywhere. So even if you’re out or in public, you can still be affectionate with each other. The older I get, the more romantic that feels.”
“Oh, so you’re a PDA guy?”
“What’s PDA?”
That earns me the cutest little squeak from Kara. “Public displays of affection.”
I laugh loudly at the suggestion. “I’m not going to dry hump someone in the supermarket, if that’s what you mean, but yeah, I think I’m a pretty affectionate guy. For me kissing, even if it’s just for a couple of seconds, it’s like a secret. I like it when it’s winter and you’re both wrapped up but out somewhere and you can sneak your hands underneath layers to find skin and know that you both want each other. Nobody else gets to do that, just the person you’re with. Do you know what I mean?”
“Uh huh.” Her eyes have glazed over a little. “Jesus, you must have been written by a woman.” I don’t know what that means, but I wonder if she’s thinking about touching me in the way I’m thinking about touching her.
Her next question tells me I might be right. “Do you like massages?”
“I like giving them. I’m a little sensitive when it comes to receiving. I end up giggling like a child.”
“Where are you sensitive?”
Don’t say your dick, Luke.“My neck. This spot here.” I stroke the skin in the hollow of my neck. “I’m like putty if you play around there for a bit.” She didn’t flinch when I said‘you’.
“That’s one of my favourite bits. And also I just weirdly like the wordclavicle. Where else?“ We’ve completely abandoned taking turns with these questions, but I love seeing her ask whatever comes to mind. So emboldened.
I’m feeling bold too, so I lift my t-shirt to show her, and I can’t deny that the soft gasp that escapes her mouth is an ego boost. “Ignore the fact that my gym bod is a distant memory, but these bits at the sides are really sensitive.”
“Oh shut up, you look great.” She’s gnawing on her knuckle and I’m about to lower my shirt when she says “Can I...?” but cuts herself short.
Watching her hold back is a unique torture, and I’m desperate to know what she wants to say. “Can you what?”
“Can I touch you there?”Fuck.All my breath rushes out of me.
“Sure.”
She crawls towards me on the sofa and I relax my back into the armrest, holding my t-shirt up to my chest. Kara reaches her arm out towards me, and I swear I’m going to burst when she softly strokes her fingers over my stomach. My eyes fall shut when she traces down my happy trail and keeps going, but just as I think, hope, pray, that she’s going to hook her fingers inside the waistband of my jeans, she pulls away and puts distance back between us.
“Sorry, I kind of have a thing for stomachs after reading theIce Kingsbooks. You’ll find out soon.“ She nods back at the book I’ve left on the dining table.
“No need to apologise.” I swallow thickly and lower my t-shirt again, grateful for the blanket over my lap. I need to calm down, tell my dick to stop embarrassing me, but I don’t want this game to end. I need to know what turns her on, what turns her off, what she wants, all of her deepest fantasies. And I’m having fun, which feels fucking great after years of misery.
“How about a quickfire round?”
“Sure.” She sits up a little straighter and coughs, getting herself back in the zone.
“How do you feel about being tied up?” I ask.
