Page 61 of Book Boyfriend
He shakes his head. “Should I barricade the door? Does she have a key?”
“I don’t think she’ll be bothering us. Um . . . do you want to watch TV?”
“No.”
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I could use a drink.” I drop my purse and shoes on the floor and take off to the kitchen. I remove the plug from my half-empty bottle of wine and pour myself a full glass. “Did you want one?”
“Are you nervous?” he asks.
“Me? No.” I grab at my throat and open my mouth widely. “I’m just parched.” I turn and chug the glass of wine.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know. I’d be perfectly fine watching a movie and rubbing your sore feet.”
“Really?” I ask.
He nods and smiles. “I’d wait forever for you.”
His words hit me in the heart. They’re perfect in every way. It’s like he stepped out of the pages of my mind.
I gaze at the small patch of fine hair that’s peeking out from his open shirt. I look into his big brown eyes and see the peanut butter streaks of gold. His lips are wet and there’s a small shadow of hair across his cheeks. It makes him look even sexier than before. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
I stare at the floor as I confess. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Greer, look at me,” he whispers.
Raising my eyes to meet his, I notice he seems worried. “What is it?”
“I need to tell you something. I’ve wanted to say this to you for a while, but it never felt like the right time.”
Oh no. He’s married. He’s got a girlfriend back home. I bear down and prepare for the worst.
“This thing we have going on here is special. You’re important to me. And while I’m insanely attracted to you, I need you to know this isn’t me just being a guy. This isn’t me just wanting to fuck you.”
“Do you? Want to fuck me?” I ask biting my lip.
“No. I don’t. Well, yes, I do. But first I want to make love to you. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
I moan lightly. “That’s what you wanted to tell me?”
“No. You need to stop distracting me with your pouty, plump, kissable lips and words about fucking. My dick is already hard.”
He shakes his head and takes a deep breath as I giggle at his comment.
“This is serious.”
I nod playfully.
“I’m serious.”
His face loses all trace of humor and I stiffen.
“What I wanted to tell you . . . what I need you to know before we take our relationship to the next level . . . What I want you to know is I love you. I’min lovewith you.”
I gasp. Grabbing his face in my hands, I search his eyes. “Really? Are you sure? Because you don’t have to say that just to get me to sleep with you. I’m going to sleep with you tonight whether you love me or not.”
