Page 86 of Love, Academically
“There wasn’t,” he said quickly. “But I prefer not to be ambiguous.”
“You could have told me,”
“Oh yeah?” Rhys said, an amused smile playing across his face. He took a step towards her. “When would I have done that, Lila?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. They were close now, close enough for her to make the sudden desire to climb him like a tree a reality. Because he wanted to take her out.
“So you did want to?” Her voice was barely more than awhisper. Her eyes skittered up the column of this throat to his eyes, dark and ravenous.
“What? Fuck you?” A smirk played across his lips.
She nodded, swallowing hard. God, the harshness of that word ‘fuck’ and the easy way he said it made her stomach tighten.
“Say it, Lila. Ask me properly.” His voice was low and gravelly.
She wet her lips again. Christ, he was going to make her say it, here where anyone could hear her. There was a couple of girls sitting on a bench, but they were quite a distance away.
Lila took a deep breath.
“Did you want to have sex with me?”
Leaning forward to whisper in her ear, Rhys’s cheek brushed hers and she stopped breathing.
“I wanted to fuck you perched on that dining table,” he said, his breath hot against the shell of her ear. “I wanted to make you come on my fingers, I wanted to eat you until you exploded on my face, and then I wanted to fuck you exactly the way you like it.”
Her lips dropped into a shocked O.
Lila sucked in a breath, fully aware that she was poppy-red and desperate for him to touch her, to make good on his words. He pulled back and she stared at his throat, the small hint of skin just above his loosened tie, the smugness in the twist of his lips. The desire in his eyes.
“Can I take you out on a proper date on Saturday?” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
She nodded, speechless.
“Thank you,” he said, turning to walk back around the lake. He stopped, and turned back. “You’re so pretty when you’re thinking about what I could do with you.”
Lila’s eyes went wide in shock. How could Rhys – calm, collectedRhys Aubrey –have such a filthy, dirty mouth? Amouth that he obviously wanted to put on her. A mouth that she was desperate for.
Lila had to go round big Sainsbury’s three times to get everything she needed for Comfort Carbonara, while concentrating on anything other than the shape of Rhys’s lips when he had told her he wanted to fuck her.
Goodness. Jason hadneverdone anything like that. Minimal foreplay and then he was all about getting his kicks. He’d flop back and say ‘shit, that was great, wasn’t it?’. Then she’d say ‘yeah, it was’, and snuggle on his chest whilst planning her next evening in by herself.
Rhys actually seemed to want her to… well, come. A lot. With him.Onhim. On his face, his fingers, his dick.Well.
She was home for about ten minutes before Jasmeet arrived, had chopped everything and put the pasta on to boil.
“Babe, have you got any wine in the fridge?” Jasmeet called, using her key and slamming the door behind her.
“Yep, pouring now,” Lila called from the kitchen.
Jasmeet threw her bag on the sofa and grabbed the large glass Lila had poured from the side.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I’ve been so preoccupied,” Jasmeet said, sipping her wine. “God, I needed that.”
Lila balanced the wooden spoon on the edge of the saucepan and hugged her friend.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“What are you sorry for? You haven’t done anything!” Jasmeet said, hugging her back.
