“Oh, we will.” His smile is wicked as he pushes me back onto the bed. He drops to his knees and crawls between my legs, pushing up my skirt and spreading me wide. His mouth meets my center and we both moan.”
I turn to Rosalie, my jaw agape. “Jesus, woman. No wonder you can’t stop reading.”
“Jackson, please.” She covers her face.
“What? Should I keep going?”
“Please don’t!”
Laughter bubbles up from inside my chest and overflows as my eyes return to the text, where there’s line after line of deplorable, sensual acts.
“What the fuck is this?”
“If you must know, it’s a monster romance.”
“Monster? Is that because his co?—”
“Don’t.” She throws her body across the blanket and slaps a hand over my mouth. “Okay? Just don’t.”
Her proximity is unexpected, but I’m not complaining. My bodyprickles with awareness. I like her hand on me; I only wish it were with a different intent. She pulls her fingers away, and before I have a chance to do anything else, she grabs her book and shuffles back to her end of the blanket.
“If I knew your books were so kinky, I might’ve made a trip to the library sooner. Is this what you like to read?” It’s an earnest question, and my mind can’t help but conjure filthy images starring her and me. Especially after what I just read.
She crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin. “I enjoy all genres, but romance is my favorite.”
“You mean smut.”
“It’s not smut.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“It’s notonlysmut.”
“So, this is what you’re always reading. I get it now.”
“What do you think you get?”
“I understand why you’ve always got your nose in a book.” I chuckle. “Though, the real thing’s a lot of fun too.”
“First of all, it’s not all sex.”
“I’ll have to take your word on that.”
“These characters have hopes and wounds. They face adversity and trials, and yet they find a way through—together.”
“Okay, sure. I guess I can buy that. But monster romance? Come on.”
“Don’t knock it till you try it. This series is a good time.”
“There’s more than one of them?”
She sighs and her tone is short. “Whatever. If you’re going to be ignorant, I’m done discussing this with you.”
“No. Wait.” I school my features so she’ll take me seriously. I’m rather enjoying our conversation and I’m not ready for it to end. “I want to understand. Explain it to me like I’m a child.”
“I did explain it and you laughed at me.”
“I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just, you genuinely shocked me, isall. When I think of romance novels, I think of stories where it’s all flowery longing and drama.”
