Page 56 of Bad Seed
I tap my lips, shocked to find them in one piece. A little sore, but aching for more. “Nothing about that was holy,” I confess.
He tips his head like I’ve hit a bullseye, but my body’s reeling. He was the one to slide away. He had me, willing and ready to do whatever he wanted. I’d have tossed every damn rule aside just for a piece of him. But he leaned back.
Why?
“Can I ask you something?” He gazes down at me, looking almost as shocked as I do that we aren’t going at it in the grass right now.
I lick the taste of him off my lips and nod.
“Did you really forget tonight, or was it all a game?”
“No. I did. Well, I didn’t forget the date.” I had everything laid out and ready to go. The red dress with the slit that was way too high on my tall legs. The necklace with a pendant that happened to dangle right above my cleavage. And I’d use some of Olivia’s makeup again. “It’s more the time that I forgot about.”
“You said seven.”
“I thought it was still five when you showed up,” I confess. “I will go into these time holes. Like, I can’t feel it passing. And if I don’t look at the clock, I can miss whole days.”
“Really?”
I shrug, used to my terrible time management skills. “Every year my parents would give me another clock hoping that’d keep me on track. It sort of works. If I set enough alarms…and hear them.”
It’s not exactly a secret, but it’s also not the most appealing thing to have a woman incapable of keeping to a schedule. I’m the least organized person who has a closet full of organizers.
“I’m sorry. I got into the zone with my photos and… That’s not an excuse. I should have checked the clock and been ready. Sorry.”
Aubry waves his hand. “If that’s your biggest flaw…”
“Well…I also have a habit of buying journals, putting them away, forgetting I already bought one, then buying a new one. And my inability to stop talking. All the time. Like right now.”
He chuckles at my machine gun verbiage and drapes his arm over me. “Then I’m a lucky man.”
My heart’s pounding.Does that mean that he…wants more? I should ask.
No. I should not.
Boxing it in will only freak him out.
“What about you?” I blurt out, realizing too late he was about to kiss me again.
“Hmm?”
“What’s your biggest flaw?” I mentally kick myself the second I ask. He doesn’t fling me away and flee into the night, but the walls come up again.
In a crackling voice, he whispers, “My unquestioning loyalty.”
Huh?
“Why don’t we take another loop around the pond?” he says, abandoning me to pick back up the path. Then he pauses and extends his hand. “Before I take you…”
Right here? Right now?
Tear my shirt off, rip my jeans, lay me in the back of your truck and—
“…home?”
Swallowing my body’s unending drumbeat for his cock, I take his hand instead. “Sounds perfect. Ridiculously perfect.”
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