‘Come…here. ’ He punctuates the words slowly.
‘Tell me where my dress is. ’ I challenge.
Author: Jodi Ellen Malpas
He narrows his eyes at me and places his jar of peanut butter, calmly and precisely, on the work surface. Those cogs are working hard again and his finger is tapping ferociously on the worktop as he stares me down.
‘You have three seconds. ’ he declares, his voice dark, his face straight.
I raise my eyebrows. ‘Three seconds for what?’
‘To get your arse over here. ’ It’s that fierce tone. ‘Three,’
My eyes widen. Is he serious? ‘What happens if you make it to zero?’
‘Do you want to find out?’ He remains completely impassive. ‘Two,’
What? Do I want to find out? Fucking hell, he’s not given me much time to run this over.
‘One,’
Shit! I bolt towards his outstretched arms, colliding against his hard body. There was no mistaking the dark look of satisfaction I got a glimpse of before my head was buried in his neck. I don’t even know what happens on zero, but I do know how much I love his arms around me, so it’s a no brainer really. Oh, that feels good. As my face nuzzles between his pecs and I trace my fingers over his back, I can hear his heartbeats slow under my ear. He exhales and stands, placing me on the island, working his way between my thighs. He rests his palms on the tops of my legs.
‘I like your shirt. ’ He skates his palms over my thighs.
‘Is it expensive?’ I ask on a pout.
‘Very,’ He smirks. He knows my game. ‘What do you remember about last night?’
Oh? Yes, I was ridiculously drunk, shockingly brazen on the dance floor, and I think I might have admitted to myself that I’m in love with him. He doesn’t need to know the last revelation. ‘You’re a good dancer. ’ I say instead.
‘What can I say? I’m a sucker for JT,’ He shrugs it off swiftly. ‘What else do you remember?’
‘Why?’ I ask on a frown.
He sighs. ‘At what point do you draw a blank?’
Where is he going with this? ‘I don’t remember getting home, if that’s what you’re getting at. I do realise I was stupidly drunk and highly irresponsible. ’
‘You don’t remember anything after the bar?’
‘No. ’ I admit. That’s never happened to me before.
‘That’s a shame. ’ His sludgy eyes search mine for something, I’ve no clue what.
‘What’s a shame?’
‘Nothing,’ He leans down, kissing me tenderly on the lips, smoothing his palms over my face.
‘How old are you?’ I ask as I look him straight in the eye.
He dips his lips to mine again, coaxing them open and slowly swirling his tongue around my mouth before biting my bottom lip and tugging gently. ‘Twenty six. ’ he whispers, planting soft, skimming kisses all over my mouth.
‘You missed twenty five. ’ I mumble, closing my eyes in complete contentment.
‘No, I didn’t. You just can’t remember asking me. ’
‘Oh. After the bar?’