AllFreeNovel
Share Us
That’s too much. Unnecessary. “I couldn’t possible decide.”
“You know what?” He grins. “Let’s get all three.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ivy
I’mnervous.
I think he’s nervous too as he spreads out the pile of food on the kitchen counter. Pizza. Tacos. Sushi. Champagne worth more than my beat-up old car. He keeps glancing at me like I might disappear.
I wrap my arm around my waist. The cast is heavy and clunky and makes me feel awkward. The man on the other side of the kitchen gives me butterflies. Was this really how it was between us all of the time? This constant awareness of each other? This craving for his touch?
He takes out plates. Glasses. Cutlery. Changes his mind about the cutlery and puts it back. Laughs. Spears fingers through his still damp hair. “I can’t believe how nervous I am.”
“It looks great.” I’m famished. My stomach hasn’t stopped making noises since it first grumbled after the shower. There’s a gnawing pit inside me that needs to be filled. I’m just not sure that food is going to fill the need that I find myself in since he branded the back of my neck and sent wicked shivers racing through my body.
He smiles. “Come over here then.”
I go like it is normal for him to beckon and for me to follow. Perhaps it is. Perhaps I don’t mind that he’s bossy. Sometimes. If it’s within reason.
He finds my waist with both hands. Lifts me off my feet until my butt is planted on the countertop. Like I’m one of the dishes.
His blues turn bluer under those beautiful lashes and heavy hoods. He swallows convulsively. “We should eat.”
“Yes, we should.” I’m breathless again. My mind not on the food beside me but on the way his gaze drifts to the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing. On the way my core clenches and my panties dampen. On his mouth. His beautiful sensual mouth.
“Pizza?”
I startle. “What?”
“What do you want to start with?”
“Oh.” I cross one knee over the other as my face heats. I’m not a virgin anymore, even if I don’t recall the details. Never been a prude, technically speaking. I couldn’t be; with as much time as I spend with Adira and the queens. Those girls can be trashy when they want to be. But Rogue Maddox makes me wanton in a way that feels sinful. “Pizza.”
He plates up slices of pepperoni and hands one to me. “I texted Adira. He’ll be here in the morning.”
“Thank you.” I bite the tip off my triangle. There is nothing better than melted cheese on a carb-loaded base. Except maybe sushi. I enjoy the bite sized morsel that he puts on my plate next.
“I want you to be comfortable.” He pours small amounts of champagne into both glasses and takes a sip.
What he probably means is he wants me to be comfortable with him. And if moving my best friend in will keep me here, he’s willing to make the concession.
I’m so curious about him… about us… that I’m willing to let that be enough. For now. “What was our first date like?”
His eyes widen. They crinkle at the edges as he recalls a memory I might never recall. “You were… a bunny.”
“Oh? That is not what I expected you to say.”
He grins.
God, he’s sexy like this. There’s something different between the smile the cameras catch and the one he levels at me. It’s so much… more.
“Nothing about the way we met is what you’d expect,” he tells me.
I smile back at him. I can’t help it. That grin is contagious. I bury my shyness in the rim of my glass. The bubbles are sweet and tickle my throat. “Do tell.”
“The first time we met you were dressed as a Disney princess. And I’d been shot.”
