True for You(5)
Bliss’ pretty green eyes search my face, her cheeks heating. “We haven’t consummated it, yet. So technically, we could get it annulled.”
“Consummated?” Right now, I’m too damn hungover, and it’s too damn early for me to even think about what that word means. But I do wonder how in the hell did anyone let me, apparently drunk as shit, enter into any kind of contract?
“I’m still a virgin.”
“And?”
“That means our marriage isn’t official in the eyes of the law. Yet.”
There’s that yet word again. I’m beginning to think Bliss Davenport is the Queen of Yet. “How do you know?”
“The guy that married us told me and you, too, right before we left. He also said he’d file the paperwork on our behalf today, so we don’t have anything to worry about.”
How nice of him. I frown. “Let me get this straight. We got married, but didn’t consummate it, so it’s not legal. And the paperwork hasn’t been filed.” I lift a brow. “Yet.”
“Yes.”
“So you decided to go to bed with me, without a stitch of clothes on.”
She blinks. “You said I could sleep in here, while you crashed on the couch. You decided to come in here anyway, about three hours ago.”
“There are five other bedrooms in this house, Bliss.”
“You were hard to get along with last night.” She runs a hand through her curls. “It was easier to agree to sleep in here than argue with you.”
“Apparently, I wasn’t that hard,” I mutter.
Cheeks heating, she glances around the room, and then down at the sheets before peering at me through her lashes. Flirtation is nowhere in her posture or gaze. “So what do you want to do—make me not a virgin or get an annulment?”
Her whole let’s-get-this-over-with attitude deflates my ego and my dick. “Can I have more than ten minutes to think about it?” I growl.
She swallows, visibly swallows, and an uneasy feeling passes over me. “You made a promise to me, but I guess holding you to something that you don’t remember isn’t fair.”
Of course, she won’t argue with me, not like everyone else. Not like anyone else. Tossing the paper to one side, I grind the heel of my hand into my forehead. “I need a dri—”
“There’s a glass of whiskey on the table beside you,” she says softly. “A little hair of the dog.”
I glance beside me. Sure enough, there’s a tumbler of amber-colored liquor in it. “Mind-reader?” God, I sound like an ass, as usual.
Bliss raises her head and gazes out the windows. How far she can see, I have no idea. But she’s squinting a little, so it can’t be very far without her glasses. “No. You poured it this morning, before you crawled in bed with me. I’m only reminding you of it.”
Grabbing the glass, I take a large gulp, relishing the feel of it burning down my throat. “Such a good little wife.”
Her entire body goes rigid. “Drink some more. You’re much nicer when you’re drunk.”
“Feisty Bliss,” I say, and then take another drink. Already my headache is easing, and I don’t feel quite so useless. “Is that how you tricked me into marrying you?”
She lets out a snort, instead of getting defensive like I expected. “It was your idea, not mine.”
I set the glass down and sit up, edging closer to the woman beside me. I brush a thick fall of hair over her shoulder. Freckles dot the landscape of her skin, a surprise I hadn’t expected.
I brush my mouth over her shoulder, my tongue tracing a line from golden brown circle to golden brown circle. She’s sweet and soft against my lips.
She shivers, a small gasp leaving her full lips.
“Tell me more about this idea of mine.” I nip at her shoulder and her arms move, sending the sheet lower.
“Stop,” she gasps. “I can’t think when you do that.”
I nuzzle her neck, breathing in the lemon and flowery scent that always accompanies her. “How about now?”
“You wanted…” she begins and I take her earlobe between my teeth, slowly biting down. “Oh God. Y-you wanted to piss off Everett.”
Just like that, I’m no longer interested in Bliss, in encouraging her to talk… in anything. The sweet taste of her skin has turned to ash in my mouth.
My phone rings, and I get out of bed to search for it. I’m bare-assed as I walk around the room.
A quick glance over my shoulder lets me know Bliss is staring, her mouth a little open in shock. I grab a clean pair of jeans from the top drawer of the dresser beside the door and slide them on, leaving the top button undone. No need to get fully dressed when I intend to shower in a few.