In the Dark (The Rules 2)
Page 8“Listen.” I slide my hands from his shoulders to his chest, my fingers drifting across his rock-hard pecs. I’m momentarily stunned at how good his skin feels beneath my palms, at the low sound that rumbles from his throat, as if he likes the way I just touched him. Damn it, I need to focus. “Um, maybe we need to slow down…”
“I can slow down,” he immediately says, his mouth hovering over mine once more. “Just one more little kiss, Lucy. Please?”
He sounds so sweet when he asks. And his tongue swipes across my lower lip, just before he takes it between his lips and gives it a tug. Oh, that’s it. I cave like a house of cards, tilting my head to the side when his hand comes up to cup my cheek, his fingers warm against my skin, his mouth hot as it covers mine.
This kiss is even better than the others. Deep and hot. I’m drowning. His hand slides up, cupping the back of my head, holding me to him and I let him, revel in the feel of his fingers tightening around my hair, his tongue delving deep, his other hand squeezing my hip, fingers slipping just beneath the top of my bikini bottom and I suck in a breath. Shocked at the way he’s touching me.
Shocked even more at the way I like it.
I break the kiss and he lets me, his breath hot against my lips. I touch him there, tracing the plush contours of his lower lip, my gaze focused on that perfect, swollen, magical mouth and his breathing becomes heavier. As does the hand in my hair. So heavy in fact, it feels like a deadweight resting on the back of my head and I yelp when my face nearly falls into his.
“Hey,” I mutter in protest but he doesn’t make a sound. I tilt my head to the side, his hand falling from me with a loud slap into the water and I lift away from him to find that his eyes are closed. His mouth is hanging open.
He’s asleep.
I stare at his beautiful face in utter disbelief. Really? He fell asleep while kissing me? Am I that bad? That uninteresting? I can’t even wrap my head around this. I don’t know what to do. I can’t leave him. He’ll drown if I do.
Irritation coursing through me, I can’t deny his good looks as I continue to stare at him. Can’t deny his kissing skills either. Because the boy can kiss, and he does it well. He’s good with his hands too.
But he fell asleep. And that’s sort of a bullshit move if I’ve ever seen one.
Deciding to go with my gut instinct, I pull away from him, chewing on my lower lip as I raise my hand…
And slap his cheek as hard as I can.
What the actual fuck?
A splash sounds and I sit up quickly, watching as Lucy tumbles off my lap and falls into the water, her head going under. I watch in complete panic as she breaks the surface with a sputter, the water running down her face as she pushes her hair away from her eyes.
Then I sort of, I don’t know, drifted off and now she’s glaring at me as if she hates my guts and my face feels like I just got clobbered by a two-by-four.
“Did you just hit me?” I ask incredulously.
The withering look she sends my way is answer enough.
“Why?” Did I go too far? I tried to be as respectable as possible but hell, I’m still buzzing. And I feel so tired. The warm water and excessive alcohol consumption is really doing a number on me. No offense against the hot girl sitting in my lap but I could sort of use a nap right about now…
“You. Fell. Asleep.” She bites out the words, emphasis on each one. Oh, she’s pissed. I get why too, though I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it.
“No way.” I sit up straighter, brushing my wet hand over my hair to push it away from my forehead. I don’t believe it. I was kissing her. Getting into it too. My hands were exploring all that exposed skin and the kiss had gotten real serious, real fast. I remember that. I remember all of it…
Though there’s a tiny break in time where I don’t remember anything at all. Was her kiss that good that she like, literally blew my mind?
I watch in disbelief as she climbs out of the hot tub, my gaze zeroing in on her ass and how her bottoms ride up a bit, exposing plenty of flesh that I want to rub and stroke and bite. Jesus, what is this woman doing to me?
“Wait a minute.” I practically leap out of the tub and go after her, taken aback when she turns and shoves a towel in my hands. “There’s no way I could’ve fallen asleep while I was kissing you. I was way too into it.”
I swear her cheeks turn bright red at my words but otherwise she doesn’t really react. Meaning, she’s really pissed. “Well, you did.” She gives her head a vigorous scrub, then slides that thick sea-blue towel down the length of her body, missing all the good spots. My hands are more than eager to rub all the good spots but I’m afraid she’ll bite one of my fingers off. “I know I’m boring but I didn’t think I was that terrible. So sorry to disappoint you.”
“Wait a minute—I don’t think you’re boring.” I stare after her as she starts for the pool house, the towel discarded on the floor and I watch her ass, her legs, mentally shaking myself so I go after her. “You’re the farthest thing from boring.”