She looks down at the flipped grilled cheeses, and licks her lips. Then she frowns at the food and looks up at me, worried.
“Is this enough food for you? Do you have more protein next door? I ran out of everything – I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow.”
She’s amazing. Absolutely amazing.
I’ve never had anyone be so accepting of what I have, of my limitations; it’s all easy with her, so damn easy.
“I’ll be good. I’ve been to the gym already, and you only have brown bread so the sugar intake goes down some.” I’m not embarrassed talking to her about it, I never thought that would be possible.
She gets plates, moving around me while I man the stove, squashing down the sandwiches so the cheese will melt. Sera pulls down four green glasses, and I realize they’re Ninja Turtles like the old cartoon I used to watch when I was a kid.
Nerdy all the way through.
I love that she snags away her favourite and leaves me to decide. I grin down at the glass, watching Raphael’s mug stare up at me.
She gets the beer, and we move to the living room, sitting down on the couch. She’d pulled aside a stack of DVDs before I finished up the grilled cheeses and I’m shown some pretty awesome movies, watching her watch them like it’s the first time.
She practically lives the stories along with the characters and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. I also notice the shit out of her having drunk three beers. She keeps smacking her lips and her cheeks have gone pink.
She’s going to kill me, I know it.
“Hunt, you wanna play a game?” she asks, moving in her spot practically plastered to me. Ah, fuck, I’m going to die. She’s going to end me right now.
Drink up, asshole. You’re going to need it.
Chapter 23
“Depends,” I say, drawing it out. Sera’s tipsy, and she’s looking at me like she knows what she wants. The beer might just give her that little push to take a chance on me, a real chance.
Wouldn’t it suck if you kiss and you’re utter shit at it?
“How about you be the teacher and I be the student?”
She can’t be doing this to me. Not now. Flashes of her body on top of mine, under mine, left and right as I watch her come over and over again by my hands and mouth.
I’m panting like I’ve gone hard at the gym for a solid hour.
It’s all in her hands now.
While she’s looking at me, and she knows who she’s with, I have to be sure. I won’t be a substitute for an alcoholic haze. Fuck that.
Her hands reach out and fall on my cheeks. I’m sure she can hear the thing in my chest sprinting against my rib cage, and her eyes are glued to my mouth.
Fuck, baby, please. Please.
“I don’t know what you want,” I whisper, as she moves closer and closer to me. Fuck this, just plant one on her.
Shut up! This is her call!
I want to taste her—fuck, do I. I can’t tear my eyes away from her mouth.
“I want to play a game. You’re going to pretend to teach me how to kiss.”
Shit.
A smile tugs my mouth, and I stare at her, eyes drooping. My dick twitches and I’m going to have serious problems real soon. Fuck, what is she playing at?
“Baby, just kiss me. You can’t do anything wrong.”
She moves to her knees, swings a leg over and makes contact with my thighs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. We’re in trouble.
I clench her thighs while my lips pull back from my teeth.
She’s going to kill me.
“Sera, how much have you had to drink?”
I know exactly how much she’s had to drink. Didn’t know that she needed some liquid courage to get this close to me. But something happened to her in the past, something I don’t know about yet, but hopefully will. All I need to do is erase it from her memory and replace it with something better.
Starting now, with her on top of me, and me barely keeping my shit calm.
“I’m good, Hunter mou,” she purrs, and says the last word with a wicked smile. My stomach clenches, and my dick is really throbbing now. I swallow past my dry throat, and try to take a deep breath.
Don’t move your hips, don’t fucking move. Just watch how it plays out.
“I really am. I just want to play. You’ll let me play, won’t you?” Sera’s hands are at my throat then around my neck. Christ, I didn’t know it would be like this.
She’s so beautiful, so alive, so healthy, and for some odd fucking reason, she wants me to kiss her.
If I was a cheesy bastard, I’d say dreams come true.
She gives me another slow smile, licking her lips, knowing exactly what it’s doing to me, how it’s making me lose my calm. I want her, I want her right now on this couch. Then the bed. Repeat five times.