the table, fucking her so hard that I’d see her tits bounce with every thrust.
My mind was already there, grinding my hips against hers to find some relief that I barely registered that she’d shoved my shoulders back. Once I did, I lifted my hands in the air and stepped back.
Scarlet held a hand in front of her mouth, eyes big and face pale. I clenched my teeth and turned around. If I had to stare at her, I’d probably do something fucking stupid again. My hands curled into fists, and I propped them on the cold surface of the granite, hanging my head down so I could breathe through the fact that she was probably about to kick my ass out.
I opened my eyes and looked down, blinking a few times in confusion at what I saw. When I picked up the piece of notebook paper and started to turn, Scarlet gasped.
“Give that to me!” she all but yelled, lunging at me.
And considering that I was like a foot taller than her, I lifted the paper above my head and started to read.
Well, well, well. What the hell had I just stumbled upon?
Chapter Thirteen
“ G ive me that ,” I demanded, jumping up for the paper.
“Are all these purple marks recent?” He squinted as he held the paper well above both of our heads.
“Give it back, Leo.” I all but growled as I tried to jump again.
“No way.” He pulled the paper closer to his face as he mouthed what he was reading. I took that opportunity and laid a hand on his chest, fingers finding one of his nipples and squeezing as I twisted it.
He made a loud yelp and brought his arm down instinctively, giving me a chance to grab it out of his hands and step back, so that the island separated us.
“A titty twister, really? It’s like middle school all over again.”
As I folded the paper quickly and neatly, I shook my head. “No, because I actually didn’t think you were an ass in middle school.”
“Just high school then?”
“More like since high school.” I tucked the paper in my back pocket and picked up my empty glass of water so I could refill it.
“What’s with the list?” he asked, leaning on the island as I drank my second glass.
I ran a thumb over the water that had collected on my cupid’s bow and didn’t miss the way his eyes followed its path. “It’s just a stupid bucket list. It was Liza’s doing. That…” I gestured my hand in a circle, feeling completely embarrassed by it and by the fact that he was turning my brain off by leaning over the counter, his biceps practically exclamation marks on his arms. Look at us! they said.
He mimicked my hand movement, circling his hand, “And…?”
“It’s just a bucket list,” I repeated. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t have one.”
He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing as he thought. “Oh, sure. Hunter and I, we sit around in our underwear and braid each other’s hair and make adorable bucket lists with glittery purple pens practically every weekend.”
“Do you really think girls sit around in their underwear to chat?”
He grinned lasciviously. “I want to think that. Especially if they’re as hot as the little white number you wore last night.”
I would not blush. “Don’t be such a dick.”
He came around the island and I backed away before my back was stopped by the wall. “You do remember what happened last night.” There was no question on his face, instead there was heat. A whole lot of heat.
I placed my hands on the wall behind me as he leaned into me, not wanting to throw myself at him as wantonly as I had the night before. “Some of it,” I quipped. “But what I can’t remember,” I swallowed, “is if you used protection.”
At that, his eyes cleared and the arm he was bracing beside my head against the wall tensed. “Shit.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, finally feeling like I had a little more control with what was going on. “Did you forget to wrap it up?” I spun my finger in his face and looked down near his belt area to illustrate my question.
“A little
My mind was already there, grinding my hips against hers to find some relief that I barely registered that she’d shoved my shoulders back. Once I did, I lifted my hands in the air and stepped back.
Scarlet held a hand in front of her mouth, eyes big and face pale. I clenched my teeth and turned around. If I had to stare at her, I’d probably do something fucking stupid again. My hands curled into fists, and I propped them on the cold surface of the granite, hanging my head down so I could breathe through the fact that she was probably about to kick my ass out.
I opened my eyes and looked down, blinking a few times in confusion at what I saw. When I picked up the piece of notebook paper and started to turn, Scarlet gasped.
“Give that to me!” she all but yelled, lunging at me.
And considering that I was like a foot taller than her, I lifted the paper above my head and started to read.
Well, well, well. What the hell had I just stumbled upon?
Chapter Thirteen
“ G ive me that ,” I demanded, jumping up for the paper.
“Are all these purple marks recent?” He squinted as he held the paper well above both of our heads.
“Give it back, Leo.” I all but growled as I tried to jump again.
“No way.” He pulled the paper closer to his face as he mouthed what he was reading. I took that opportunity and laid a hand on his chest, fingers finding one of his nipples and squeezing as I twisted it.
He made a loud yelp and brought his arm down instinctively, giving me a chance to grab it out of his hands and step back, so that the island separated us.
“A titty twister, really? It’s like middle school all over again.”
As I folded the paper quickly and neatly, I shook my head. “No, because I actually didn’t think you were an ass in middle school.”
“Just high school then?”
“More like since high school.” I tucked the paper in my back pocket and picked up my empty glass of water so I could refill it.
“What’s with the list?” he asked, leaning on the island as I drank my second glass.
I ran a thumb over the water that had collected on my cupid’s bow and didn’t miss the way his eyes followed its path. “It’s just a stupid bucket list. It was Liza’s doing. That…” I gestured my hand in a circle, feeling completely embarrassed by it and by the fact that he was turning my brain off by leaning over the counter, his biceps practically exclamation marks on his arms. Look at us! they said.
He mimicked my hand movement, circling his hand, “And…?”
“It’s just a bucket list,” I repeated. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t have one.”
He pursed his lips, eyes narrowing as he thought. “Oh, sure. Hunter and I, we sit around in our underwear and braid each other’s hair and make adorable bucket lists with glittery purple pens practically every weekend.”
“Do you really think girls sit around in their underwear to chat?”
He grinned lasciviously. “I want to think that. Especially if they’re as hot as the little white number you wore last night.”
I would not blush. “Don’t be such a dick.”
He came around the island and I backed away before my back was stopped by the wall. “You do remember what happened last night.” There was no question on his face, instead there was heat. A whole lot of heat.
I placed my hands on the wall behind me as he leaned into me, not wanting to throw myself at him as wantonly as I had the night before. “Some of it,” I quipped. “But what I can’t remember,” I swallowed, “is if you used protection.”
At that, his eyes cleared and the arm he was bracing beside my head against the wall tensed. “Shit.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, finally feeling like I had a little more control with what was going on. “Did you forget to wrap it up?” I spun my finger in his face and looked down near his belt area to illustrate my question.
“A little