Chapter Thirty-Nine
I’M IN MY ROOM AFTER my fat nap looking at the meager offerings my suitcase holds when Ian comes in and shuts the door almost all the way.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, turning around to face him. I’m instantly on fire, but there’s no way I’m going to touch him in his parents’ house. I hold onto the back of a chair behind me for strength.
He clears his throat. “I came to see if you want to go out with me tonight.”
I blink a few times, letting that sink in.
“On a date,” he clarifies.
I go all tingly inside and suddenly I’m feeling kind of shy. “Sure. I’d like that a lot.”
“In ten minutes.”
I frown, no longer suffering that little shyness problem. “Are you joking?”
“No, I’m totally serious.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Do you have any idea how rude that is? To just assume I’ll drop everything and go out with you … like I don’t already have plans?”
“You were sleeping earlier.”
“So?”
“And I thought you wanted to confront Ginny, but if you don’t …” He turns to walk out the door.
I run across the room and grab his arm. “No! Wait.”
He grins. “That’s what I thought.” His head tips down and he steals a kiss before I know what’s coming. “Be ready to go out to a bar.”
“Out to a bar? It’s not even dinner time yet.”
“Dart tournament. Ginny’s entered to play. We should get there before too many people are eliminated. She’s not that good.”
“How’d you know she was doing that?” I go over to my suitcase and pull out the black cashmere sweater I was saving for a special occasion, wondering if a dart tournament qualifies.
“Got a text from Hannah, of all people.”
I snort. “She’s sucking up. She probably wants to sit on your gear shift and spin or whatever.”
Ian comes up behind me and presses his whole body up against mine, so I can feel him practically from head to heel. “I was kinda hoping I could convince you to do that.”
Half of me wants to throw him out of the room for being so rude and the other half wants to go ahead and shove him down onto the bed so I can ride him like a bronc.
Instead, I do neither. I ignore his obvious invitation and hold up the black sweater. “Do you think this will work?” I ask.
“Sure.” He nuzzles my neck.
“What about this?” I ask, holding up a nightgown.
“Sure. Perfect.”
I sigh. “Ian, these are pajamas.”
“Whatever. You look hot in anything.” He’s too busy sucking my neck to make any sense.
He tweaks my nipple and I jump. Spinning around, I detach myself from his grip, speaking in a loud whisper. “You’re terrible! This is your parents’ house!”
“So?” He comes at me with his hands open, like he’s going to grab me by the waist. “They’re grownups. They know what other grownups do.”
“Not in their house!”
“Oh, you prefer the barn?” He’s getting closer and I’m running out of room to escape.
My legs bump up against the bed. “No, I don’t, as a matter of fact. I’m still fishing pieces of hay out of my hair.” The heat is building up inside me and my panties are getting wet. Life is so unfair. All he has to do is look at me like that with those crazy intense green eyes of his and I go nuts inside.
He stops just in front of me and rests his hands gently on my hips. “Kiss me.”
“Just once,” I say in my best bossy tone. “Then no more. You have to leave my room.”
“Okay, but it has to be a good one.” He grins.
“All my kisses are good ones.” My hands slither up his chest to go around his neck. We fit so perfectly together, like he was made for me and I was made for him.
He lowers his head and says, “I’ll be the judge of that,” just before he presses his lips to mine. His mouth is so soft, not asking me for anything but making me want to give it to him anyway.
We draw apart after just a couple seconds.
“There,” I say, completely unsatisfied, but acting like everything is exactly how I wanted it. “Now you need to go.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Sorry. The deal was a good kiss.”
“Excuse me, but that was a good kiss.”
He screws up his face and shakes his head a little. “Naaah, not so much.”
“What? How dare …” I huff out some air. “Fine. You want a good kiss? Here’s a good kiss.” I grab his head and pull him down to me, ready to make out with him like nobody’s business.
He pulls away and holds up a finger. “One sec.”
“What?” First he asks me for a good kiss and then when I’m finally ready to cave in he leaves? What kind of messed up, mind-bending reverse psychology is that?
Walking across the room, he goes to the door and shuts it, locking it before he comes back.
I look at him sideways, happy that I’m not being abandoned but worried again that he’s going to convince me to do something that feels naughty. Unfortunately, anything having to do with Ian feels like it can’t possibly be wrong, even when it clearly is.
“Ian. I told you … no messing around in your parents’ house.”
He holds out his arms. “Just a good kiss. That’s all I need.”
He’s standing there with a giant bulge in his pants and all I can think about is seeing him naked. I look at the door and then at his pants again. The whole rule about not doing bad girl things in his parents’ house is seeming sillier and sillier by the second.
“You’re killing me, babe,” he says, turning his smile upside down.
The look of pain on his face is what does it to me. I throw all my ideas about propriety out the window and spontaneously reformulate my ideas of right and wrong. Boom. Done.
“Take your clothes off,” I say, seized by some demon slut who cannot control her libido. All I can think is that I need to get my hands on his dick.
He doesn’t even question me. His shirt comes flying off along with his socks and then his jeans. He’s standing in a pair of boxer briefs with a giant tent bulge in the front in less than a minute.
“Your turn,” he says, looking me up and down.
I decide a sneak attack is the best way to handle this situation. This’ll teach him to try and call the shots with me.
I walk up closer and act like I’m going to take my shirt off, but instead I get on my knees, pulling the top of his briefs down with me. His dick comes out and bounces up and down in front of my face, fully erect.
“What are you doing?” he asks, confused.
“Giving you a good kiss so you’ll leave my room.”