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His hand slides down to my cheek and he cups my face. I realize he’s doing all this while planking over me. Shit, this man is in some seriously good shape.
“I…I’m glad you’re here. It’s been…fun,” he stumbles over his words as his eyes search mine.
I grin up at him. “Fun?”
“Yeah, fun.”
“You’re havingfunwithme?” I ask, pointing to my chest. Because I can’t believe the Adam that I met two days ago has fun doing anything. That Adam had a giant stick up his ass, but this Adam…yeah, he’s sort of fun.
His eyes travel down my face to my lips. And for reasons I can’t explain to even myself, I want him to kiss me. I want this recluse, sweet-to-dogs-when-no-one-is-looking, omelet-cooking-extraordinaire, hot-as-hell, confusing-as-hell alphahole to kiss the hell out of me.
“Don’t look at me like that, Isa. I only have so much control,” he mumbles, and I know he’s not going to kiss me, and something in me snaps.
“Then don’t have so much control,” I counter.
His eyes snap from my lips. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do know what I’m asking. Don’t act like we didn’t almost kiss at least three different times since I arrived here. Don’t act like you didn’t stare at my naked body with such lust that I thought I might burst into flames just from your gaze. And don’t act like you haven’t purposefully used any excuse to touch me, since I got here,” I state not looking away from him because his face is so close that I can’t look anywhere but at him even if I wanted to. “And furthermore—”
“You’re driving me crazy! Shut the hell up and let me kiss you already,” he growls as he cups my head in his hand and crashes his lips to mine.
Now, I’ve been kissed before. I’m no stranger to making out with a man, but this kiss…this kiss is unlike any other I’ve experienced. Adam Wellington kisses with his entire body and soul. For a man who rarely leaves his estate, he has most definitely not forgotten how to kiss. His lips apply the perfect pressure. His tongue grazes my lower lip, coaxing it open, but not as forcefully as I would have expected. Instead, it’s almost like he’s asking permission. And when I part my lips in acceptance, his tongue slides lazily against mine as though he’s got all the time in the world. His beard scratches against my skin but something about that excites me. The thumb of his hand that’s cupping my head, makes lazy circles against my neck, right below my ear. He tastes like coffee and a hint of mint. He moves his lips from mine and trails kisses along my jaw and down my neck, all while still holding himself up on one elbow. I let out a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
I’m not sure how long we kiss…a minute or maybe two, but he’s pulling back all too soon and my eyelids slide open to look at him.
“We’re missing the film. Come on,” he says as he gets to his feet and holds his hand out to mine. I’m confused as I take it, and he hoists me up as if I weigh nothing. He grabs the popcorn container and fills it up and goes to sit down, placing the container on the seat next to him. I frown as he motions for me to sit on the other side of the popcorn.
After a moment, I sit and stare up at the screen.Close Encounters of the Third Kind.Not the film I would have thought he’d pick. He grabs a handful of popcorn and eats it as if nothing has happened as if we didn’t kiss at all. Maybe he should have put onThe Twilight Zonebecause I feel like I’ve stepped right into that.
“I can hear you thinking all the way over here. Stop overanalyzing our kiss and watch the film, Isa,” he says without turning to look at me.
I glare at him. “How do you do it?” I ask.
This time, he turns to look at me. “Do what?”
“Be so caring and kind one second and then a total…argh! You’re so frustrating!” I whisper-yell because I can’t help the fact that being quiet in a movie theater is engrained in my head even though we are the only ones in here.
He smirks. “You’re equally infuriating.”
I narrow my eyes even more. “I can’t believe I kissed you.”
He chuckles. “I think it wasmewho kissed you.”
“Semantics,” I mutter as I cross my arms and stare back at the screen.
A piece of popcorn flies in front of my face. Followed by another one. And another.
“Will you stop that? I’m trying to watch the movie,” I say loudly.
I hear crunching to my left and I glance over to find the dogs eating up the popcorn on the floor. Except Felipe, who is sitting three seats down from me with his mouth open. A piece of popcorn goes sailing through the air and he catches it in his mouth. It’s actually quite impressive.
“Stop feeding him popcorn,” I hiss, looking at Adam out of the corner of my eye.
He shrugs. “Sorry, Felipe. Your mother is a party pooper.”
I roll my eyes and try to focus on the film for the next two hours. Eventually, I give in to eating the popcorn and reach for a handful as the movie comes to its dramatic ending. I feel Adam’s hand in the popcorn container, and before I can grab a handful, he entwines his fingers with mine. I don’t pull away. He squeezes my hand and I squeeze his back. I haven’t a clue what we’re communicating here, but I feel more connected to him in this moment than I have to even Elisha or my parents. It’s unexpected and I’m not sure how to unpack whatever this feeling is.
The movie credits begin to roll, and I look over at Adam. He’s not watching the screen. Instead, his eyes are fixed on my face.
