Page 17 of Beautiful Rush
She laughed. “Are you Batman or Robin?”
I snorted. “I’m offended you’d even need to ask. You’ve seen my Batmobile.”
“Your Escalade is not as cool as the Batmobile.”
“It’s armored and weaponized. And it has me behind the wheel. How much cooler could it get?” I scoffed.
“I’m surprised your gigantic ego fit through my front door.”
“It’s not only my ego that’s gigantic.”
Her eyes drifted to my crotch, her cheeks blushing a pretty pink. It was fucking adorable. I adjusted myself in my jeans which were uncomfortably tight especially when she stared at me like that, licking her bottom lip. Jesus, woman. Don’t lick your lips like that. Now I was imagining that tongue licking my dick like it was a lollipop. A very hard, hot, and yeah…big-ass…lollipop.
“My turn to ask a question,” I said.
She nodded and let out a breath, gearing up for a tough question. “Okay.”
I pretended to give it a lot of thought, my brow furrowed in concentration while she snuck worried looks in my direction. “You ready?”
She nodded.
“I need an honest answer.”
“Just ask the damn question already,” she huffed.
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”
It took her a couple seconds to process my question. She laughed and smacked my arm, relieved that I hadn’t asked her something that would be hard to answer. “Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. You?”
“Chunky Monkey.”
She pulled a face. “Ew, banana.”
I held up my hand. “No need to get judgy. Favorite color?”
“Midnight blue. Or maybe it’s called deep blue. Like the color of the sky in that weird, lonely time just before dawn,” she said, and I wondered if she got lonely a lot. I thought she probably did. Loneliness was different than being alone. “What’s yours?”
“Forest green, like a pine tree. What color is your bridesmaid’s dress?” I didn’t know why I asked that.
“Blush pink. A gorgeous concoction of thin frothy layers with an open back.”
“Blush pink might become my new favorite color.”
“Too bad you won’t see it, Kosta.”
“Is that a challenge?”
She tried to suppress a smile. “Maybe. Are you planning to rise to it?”
I smiled. “Maybe.”
“Pizza or tacos?” she asked.
“Pizza.”
“Tacos are life.”
“You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Vinnie’s Pizzeria.” She shrugged, not convinced. “First kiss?”
