The fruit touches my tongue, his fingers slowly retreating, so I close my lips around his fingers, and his eyes darken right in front of me.
“Good girl.” He kisses me, and I quickly swallow the tiny piece of fruit, so that I do not in fact choke on it while this man kisses the breath out of me.
I get lost in the kiss, his hand on my neck keeping me to him. It is an intimate yet possessive act, and it is making me burn for him.
He stops kissing me, resting his forehead against mine, breathing me in. We stay like that while we catch our breaths, then he pulls back, looking me in the eyes.
Again something flashes behind his eyes that I cannot put my finger on.
It makes me overthink many different scenarios and it makes me queasy that he might be regretting making the deal, but since I am here, he is trying to keep me happy, so he is playing the perfect book boyfriend.
Oh, I am going to get hurt. I can feel it.
We tuck into our food again, eating it before some of the food goes cold. It leaves me to my thoughts, which sometimes is not a good thing.
“Tell me about these misfortunes of mishaps,” he says.
I chuckle, and go into telling him some stories of my childhood with this curse following me around.
We laugh so hard, we cry. My stomach and face hurt from laughing so much.
“I can and cannot believe that is happened. What did the teacher say?”
“He was not happy that I took his keys from his desk drawer and filed his car with balloons. I mean, what could he say? I thought I was doing a nice thing, but oh well. I got send home from school and was told to come back in the next day to apologize to the teacher. Which I did because I am a good girl.”
“You are a good girl,” his voice drips, and I shiver. “You like the praise kink, don’t you, Nell?”
“I think I do,” I reply, my voice low. “But no sex for you; I am still in a bad mood over what happened and before you jump in, I know that it was not your fault, but it has left a bad taste in my mouth,” I admit.
“I can give you something to suck on that will take that bad taste away.” He winks, with a sexy grin on his face.
“You are a cheeky, dirty bastard, Romeo De Massy.”
“Have you actually hurt yourself, while having a mishap?” he asks, settling down into the bed.
My gaze slowly moves from his hands that are tucked behind his head, down his arms, over his shoulder, and across his smooth chest. I take in every inch of his torso and his abs, the bumps that I would love to run my tongue over.
He has a small smatter of hair that draws your eyes to his waistline, and I know what he is packing in there. A whole lot of packing that feels so good inside of me.
I fan myself, and Romeo chuckles.
Blinking, I slap his chest, but he catches my hand, pulling me so that I am lying on top of him, chest to chest. Private parts to private parts.
Oh my.
My body is humming with need for him to take me, but I know that my mind is not there after what I saw today, and yes, he explained, but my mind is protecting my heart.
“To answer your questions, Mr. De Nosy. Yes, I got this.” I awkwardly point to the scar on my hairline. “I was walking tothe front of my class in college and my feet got tangled with a strap of someone’s satchel. Fell down six stairs and split my head open.”
“Fuck, you are lucky that you only got this.” His thumb brushes over the scar, making me shiver.
“It is what it is, handsome. I fall down sometimes, it cannot be helped. There is no point in me spending my life taking safety measures when it will happen if it is meant to be.” I shrug.
Resting my chin on the back of my hands, my palms soak up the heat from his bare chest. My legs have dropped to either side of him, and we fit.
Perfectly, I might add, and he knows it. His cock thickens under me, but I make no move to take the pleasure I so desperately want. Romeo needs to understand that I have the willpower of my mother. She is as stubborn as a mule.
“Where the hell have you been all my life, Nell Bana? I could have done with some of your easygoing vibes years ago,” he says, not realizing the impact that his words are having on me.
