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“No, not really.” She wound her hands in front of her, feeling both excited and uncomfortable. New relationships were always a little awkward. Especially when the other person was staring at you like you were a particularly delectable treat. And everything was made a million times more awkward by her acknowledgment to herself that she hoped sticking around meant getting naked and doing lots of naughty things.
She hated the whole insecurity thing over whether or not it was too soon to do that and would he respect her in the morning, blah, blah blah... but Leigh had been right about it sounding like Adam wanted to be her boyfriend. Even if he’d never said the word. And she didn’t want to make more assumptions, but he’d flat out told her they were going to be seeing each other exclusively and that was good enough for her.
It had been months, maybe years, since she’d been with a guy she wanted that badly on such a visceral, sexual level.
“Good,” Adam purred, stepping towards her. Looming over her in that uber sexy way he had. Angel’s head tipped back, and she could feel her pulse fluttering in her throat as he leaned over and kissed her.
Not gently, but not roughly, he touched her with nothing but his mouth, a firm press of his lips against hers. They parted and she followed, her fingers locking together as his tongue delved in. While she wanted to put her hands up on his chest, she followed his lead and kept them to herself, making their only connection the kiss.
Then he pulled away, his blue eyes sparkling, looking almost mischievous. “So, want to go play some Halo? I want to see how I do against you.”
Oh the jerk. The rotten, panty-wetting, pulse-pounding, pussy-teasing jerk. She’d thought he was going to suggest going to the bedroom. He was so going to pay.
“Bring it on.”
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Angel
Jerkface jerkface jerkface.
Mr. Grouchy had turned into Mr. Tease and her panties would have probably caught on fire by now if they weren’t completely soaked through. It was the worst game of competitive Halo she’d played in years, even though she still beat him.
He’d decided the perfect place for her to sit was on the floor between his legs. Which wasn’t so bad in and of itself; Angel preferred to sit on the floor when she was playing video games. More comfortable seating tended to make one want to sink into it and relax. On the floor she was forced to sit up straight which kept her pretty alert.
However, it was an entirely different experience being on the floor between Adam’s legs when there was no one else in the room and she could feel him all around her. Every time she breathed in she could smell the subtle, spicy scent he was wearing. The heat from his body surrounded her. He was leaning forward so she could feel his breath across the top of her head and it made her skin tingle with goose bumps.
Still, she probably could have gotten past all that and kicked his ass no problem if it wasn’t for all his damn little light touches.
Every time it looked like she was about to get the drop on him, he’d brush his fingers across the back of her neck, or on her collarbone, or down the V of her sweater, over the soft fabric covering her breast... and Angel’s concentration would be shot for the one critical split second it took for him to get back under cover or duck out of her line of fire.
“Dammit all to hell!” she blurted out as he dodged again.
“We’re going to need to work on your language,” Adam murmured, his voice a deep rumble above her head. It took all of her willpower not to look up. His voice was kind of mesmerizing when he spoke low like that.
“There’s nothing wrong with my language.”
“Normally no, but when you’re playing video games...”
“Are you threatening to spank me if I don’t clean up my language?” she asked, only half teasing. At this point her nipples had been rubbing against the fabric of her bra for about half an hour, her panties were almost uncomfortably wet, and if she hadn’t had the game controller in her hands she probably would have already tried to jump him.
The game paused and her fingers tightened around the controller. Now she didn’t dare look up at him. Heat rose up in her cheeks. She bit her lip to keep from blurting out anything else stupid.
“Is that what you want?” he asked. She couldn’t read his tone at all. Was he amused? Interested? Condemning? She could feel her shoulders hunching in, as if to get away from the male body surrounding her even though he wasn’t touching her.
“No.”
Angel squeaked as she was suddenly lifted by her waist and turned over, her controller still clutched uselessly in her hands.
“I said no!”
“And you were lying.”
Smack!
“Ow!” He’d gotten her on her sit spot, right where she would be most sensitive and the sharp slap of his hand would hurt the most.
Although, considering the jeans she was wearing, it’s not like she’d left him much of a choice. Damn Leigh and her insistence Angel wear the bling-y jeans! They hadn’t thought about this aspect of it!
