“Connecting with you on a physical plane. You’re not shallow, by the way. You’re scared.”
She snatched her hand back. “I’m not scared. I don’t get scared. Nothing intimidates me.”
“My beetle does.”
She glanced at the Lego. “Okay, yes, in real life, that totally would, but that’s a healthy fear of something that could maim me.” She grimaced. “Do you think it’s poisonous?”
“Possibly.”
“Then I’m definitely giving it my respect and avoiding its home continent.”
“So why can’t you bleed?”
She glared at him. “You asked me that already.”
“Yes, but you didn’t answer.”
She was torn between hitting him and changing the subject. “I don’t know what they want my character to feel. She gets dumped, it’s sad, she moves on.”
“Is the scene the breakup?”
She nodded. “She says all the things you’re supposed to say, but I keep getting feedback that there’s no gut punch. Maybe they’re all stupid, and the scene is fine.”
“If you believed that, you wouldn’t be worried about whether or not you have it in you to write it.”
He was getting way too insightful, she thought, knowing it was absolutely time to change the subject. Fortunately her shiny new walking cast allowed her to be a lot more mobile.
She stood and moved toward him. Before he could figure out what she was doing, she pushed the table back a few inches and slid onto his lap, straddling him.
“I think it’s time for us to start kissing,” she murmured, right before she pressed her lips to his.
Given how much he was resisting having sex with her, she wasn’t sure if he would respond, but Javiar immediately put his arms around her and kissed her back.
She tilted her head and parted her lips. He took the hint and deepened the kiss. Perfect, she thought hazily, enjoying thewanting that built up inside of her. He moved like he knew what he was doing and enjoyed the process. She liked the feel of him, and how his breath quickened. They were going to be great together.
His hands rested on her waist. She grabbed his wrists and moved him until his palms cupped her breasts. When his fingers brushed against her already tight nipples, she gasped with pleasure.
He immediately drew back.
“You’re trying to seduce me,” he said, his tone more curious than intrigued.
“I am, and it seems to be working.” She rocked a little, bringing her crotch into contact with his growing erection, then bent over so she could whisper in his ear. “I agree, by the way.”
When she straightened, he met her gaze. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”
She stared at him for a second, slid off his lap and glared at him. “Why not? You’re hard, so you obviously want to. I’m right here, all sexy and available. What’s wrong with you?”
“I like you. I want to go out with you. I don’t want to be some guy you use to get off.”
“You’d be getting off, too,” she grumbled. “And don’t you have sex with the women you date?”
“Yes, but that’s not the only reason I want to be with them. If we have sex before you agree to go out with me, then what we have won’t be any more than that.”
They didn’thaveanything, she thought, hop-stomping away. “That is just so stupid. What part ofI don’t do relationshipsis unclear to you? I did it once, and I didn’t like the outcome.”
“I’m not that guy.”
“You’re all that guy.”
