While we were eating, she went through a few other dishes she’d been tempted to make me try before she settled on cottage pie and that godawful pea disaster. The runners-up included cock-a-leekie soup, bangers and mash, toad in the hole, and my personal favorite: knickerbocker glory.
“Who the hell came up with that name?” I ask, raking my hair back. “It sounds like a symptom...Well, I didn’t have any condoms, doc. She said she’s clean, but I think she was lying because look at my spotted dick!”
Addie laughs so hard she tears up. “It’s delicious, I promise.”
“I think my gay brother would disagree.”
She whacks my shoulder, still laughing. Fuck, I love that sound. I love when her cheeks pink up and she’s this carefree.
It takes an extraordinary amount of willpower not to lean over and taste her sweet lips. I’ve wanted to kiss her a million times, but it doesn’t feel right while we’re here, pretending. When I kiss her, I don’t want her thinking I did it for show.
How I’ll survive five more days is anyone’s guess.
She calms down, but once the waiter arrives, proudly announcing “Spotted dick, as requested” she loses it again as he places two plates before us.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Addie asks between big bites. “Try it. It’s good.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Oh come on! Don’t be such a melt. Just one piece.” She holds out a forkful, apparently trying to feed me. “Open up.”
Pressing the bottle to my lips, I shake my head.
Pointless. I should know by now that Addie doesn’t let things go without a fight. She rises to her knees, half crawling the short distance between us.
Jesus... she’s trying to kill me. Every move she makes is ridiculously titillating. Choreographed to arouse. I’m showering three times a day, shooting my load on the tiles like a sex-crazed teen because of this girl.
“Just one bite,” she pleads. “You can spit it out if you don’t like it.” Seeing my single brow raise, she slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes full of giggles. “You’re impossible!”
“Me? Who’s been talking about cock-a-leekie soups and ordering spotted dicks?”
“I promise I’ll stop if you try it.” She shoves the fork closer, using the other hand to wrestle the bottle out of my grasp. “Just one taste. Come on, please. It’s sweet, soft, and—”
“Soft is good? Since when?”
She whacks my chest when I laugh. Her patience gone, she pushes me onto my back. I may have let her... who in their right mind wouldn’t? Having her straddle me isn’t something I’ll willingly pass up.
She moves my hands to my stomach and traps them under her body, most of the dessert now fallen from the fork.
“Try it.”
I part my lips, letting her drop the spotted dick in my mouth. “Not bad,” I admit.
“Not bad?! It’s gorgeous!”
“You’re gorgeous,” I say before I can stop myself.
The laughter in Addie’s eyes dims, replaced by an intimate, quiet uncertainty. The atmosphere shifts, teeming with want. Her pupils grow darker. Juicy, bitable lips fall apart to let out a shaky breath. I swear that pouty mouth will be the death of me.
The urge to grip her neck and pull her into a kiss overwhelms me. I’m running out of reasons not to, and when she leans over me, inviting just that, I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me.
A soft little noise hits my ears when I grip her wrists, maneuvering her hands above her head. My resolve hangs by a thread. She’s so... willing. Pliant, eager.
Arousal paints her flushed face, eyes big and round as she peers up at me, chest rising and falling faster each second. I bet if I slipped my fingers under the hem of her dress, I’d find warm, soaked lace.
She smells like peaches, sugar, and sex. A scent God designed to drive me out of my fucking mind.
If I kissed her, she wouldn’t push me away, I’m certain, but... as much as I want to cross that line, kiss her and fuck her senseless. I put that line there for a reason.
