Page 59 of The Worst Guy Ever
“Hmm?”
“You’re so tense. What’s going on?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I swallow down the rest of my champagne. “I think I’ve just built it up in my head.”
“Ah,” he grins while his thumb caresses my jaw gently back and forth. “So you admit you’ve thought about this before?”
The smug prick.“Oh, fuck off.”
“Hey, I’m flattered. Does it help to know I have too?”
“Of course you have. You’re incapable of seeing women as anything other than sexual objects.”
“Don’t be rude, that’s not true at all.” His thumb inches upwards, to sweep over my bottom lip, pulling it out from where I’ve trapped it between my teeth.
“Why don’t we start with a kiss?” he whispers, bringing his mouth closer. His breath mingles with mine and it scares the shit out of me. My shoulders tense and I pull away, though his arm around my waist still grips me tight.
“I don’t kiss.”
He cocks his head to one side, his eyebrows knitting together. “Why not?”
“It’s just too personal. I don’t like it.”
For some reason he finds that hilarious and his laugh stings. “So you’ll put a dick in your mouth but not a tongue?”
“Don’t mock me.” I uncross my legs and try to stand, but he pulls me back to his lap, where there is no mistaking how turned on he is, even if he’s not getting what he wants from me.
The feel of his erection pressed into the back of my thigh has heat racing up my spine, heating the back of my neck. I set my glass on the table and scoop my hair up for some relief. I roll my earring between my fingers, a tic I have when I’m unsure what to do with my hands. I’m aching to touch him, but this is all a bit too slow. I’m used to guys who just want to get straight to the good stuff, why is he wasting so much time?
“Do you know you play with your earring when you’re horny?”
“I do not,” I protest, dropping my hands to my lap.
“You do so.”
“I’m not horny, I’m nervous.”Well, I’ve fucked it now.As if I’ve gone and confessed to Rob Lothario Morgan that I’m nervous to have sex with him.
“Honey, I’ve watched you do it for months. You do it when you’re talking to Kara about her sexy books. You did it the entire time we watched that Chris Evans film Megan picked out on her birthday. You do it when you’re arguing with me. So I don’t believe you for one second if you try to say you’re not turned on right now.”
He must feel the way my core tightens at his words because he keeps going, his voice dancing millimetres from my ear. “I know you’ve thought about this. Us. Late at night with your hand in between your legs, all wet for me.”
Jesus, this man and his dirty talk. I can’t bear it. Just shut up and do something. Anything. I’m actually trembling with nerves, and he notices. One hand settles on top of mine and strokes the shakes away.
“Hattie,” he says, sitting upright, his voice all serious. “Do you want me to take you home?”
“No, fuck no. Absolutely not.”Hattie is my name, mixed signals are my game.
“OK,” he laughs, relieved. “So tell me what you need.”
I need to get out of my idiot brain. I need to just fuck all of this stress away, and I need for my hands to work, to take his clothes off and get this show on the road. And I need to be honest with him, which I hate most of all.
“I’m really sorry, Rob. For all my bravado, I actually just feel a bit awkward and stressed out, but there’s no real reason why.”
“OK, honey.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder and lifts me up to my feet before standing himself. “Let me help you unwind.”
Chapter 25
Rob
