Page 77 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“He was always the happy kid,” he said simply.

My old annoyance at his short and clipped answers flared up, but I tried to think of another question for him to help me understand him better when I heard my phone beep.

I picked up my phone and saw Maxim sent a selfie with Brandon. My heart warmed at it and I typed a message back with a smile. I glanced up and saw Alexander watching me.

“Maxim sent a selfie with Brandon,” I told him as I showed him the picture. “They are having a good time.”

He looked at my phone and his lips curved into a smile. I couldn’t help but stare at him in amazement. For someone that rarely smiled, he really had the most beautiful smile.

“We should take a selfie,” I blurted out, “and send it back to them.”

He raised an eyebrow, a little smile still on his lips.

“Have you ever taken a selfie?” I asked him.

“No, I haven’t.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “Ok, old man,” I teased him. “We’ll have to fix that. You game?”

“Sure,” he replied. “Bring it on.”

I laughed at that, as I scooted over to him so we could both fit into the picture. “Ok, there is only one rule.”

“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes watching me.

“If I don’t look good,” I told him seriously, “we have to delete the picture.”

“I doubt you won’t look good, but sure. Whatever makes you happy.”

I felt heat creep up my neck and to my cheeks from his compliment. It was amazing how only a few words from his lips made me feel flattered.

“Maybe I should rephrase it,” I added smiling. “If I don’t like the way I look in the picture, we have to delete it.”

I raised the phone and turned my head to him. “Ready?”

And I snapped it. I brought the phone to see how it turned out. He was curiously looking over my shoulder. Seeing us together in that picture made my heart skip a beat, which was not good. Oddly enough, we looked like a happy married couple. He was so strikingly handsome. I felt like I almost looked plain next to him.

“Hmmm.” I muttered. “I guess it is not too bad.”

“You don’t seem sure,” he commented, teasing me.

I snapped my head up. “Mr. Caldwell, did you just tease?”

“Send the picture, Liberty,” he whispered in my ear. “Because I want to get you naked.”

Heat licked my body at his words and familiar ache between my thighs. I pressed send quickly and threw the phone to the side.

I glanced around. “Here?” I murmured. “What if someone sees us?”

“There is nobody for a hundred acres all around,” he pushed me onto my back and I wrapped my hands around him. His beautiful face was so close to me and my brain stopped functioning.

“Alexander,” I whispered, as he brushed his thumb in slow, light circles on the pulse on my neck.

“Your heart is racing.” His voice was smooth velvet. I wondered if his heartbeat matched mine or maybe this wasn’t affecting him at all.

His eyes never wavered from mine; his fingers gently traced my skin, crawling under my skirt till his big, strong hand slipped into my panties. A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips when he applied pressure against my clit. My eyes fluttered shut as I enjoyed his touch.

He crashed his mouth into mine, the kiss fervent and urgent, causing all my reasons to flee.

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