Page 93 of The Secret Girl (Adamson All-Boys Academy 1)
“Are you kidding me?!” I can barely breathe as he moves into the room, climbing on the edge of my bed, his weight indenting the mattress and our drawing our bodies closer together. “Get out of my room.” My voice is a bare whisper as Spencer leans in close to me.
“I was just trying to make sure your door was pick-proof. It's not, by the way.” He leans in just a bit closer, and I smell his cedar and hyssop scent, sending shivers across my arms and legs. “I could fix that for you …”
“Then fix it,” I snap, but I'm trembling now, and I swear, if he doesn't kiss me, I'll die.
“Anything else you'd like me to do while I'm here?” he whispers, his full lips enticing me. Before I can think better of it, I lean in and brush our mouths together.
Spencer makes this low, dirty animal growl and then presses forward, sliding his tongue between my lips, his right hand caressing my thigh. It's not immediately obvious what he's doing until he cups my fake junk through the blankets, and I accidentally laugh.
“What?” he asks, leaning back slightly. I guess I passed the grab test because he doesn't seem to notice that my, um, bits aren't real. “You don't like it? Or maybe you're not into me?”
“Oh, I'm into you,” I whisper, but then I reach up and push him back a step. “It's just … complicated.” Tell him now! the logical part of me murmurs, but my cheeks flush, and well … with the way he's staring at me, and the hard bulge in his slacks, I just can't. If I do, we might end up … Ugh. “So … you broke into my room to protect me?”
“If I can do it, so can those freaks in the hoodies,” he says, moving over to the door and picking up a discarded bag that he must've dropped. I guess I was so busy worrying about my ass in the air that I didn't notice. “Let me shore this up.” He picks up the bag, curses, and then gets to work … with a giant boner in his pants.
“Does that hurt? Or like does it feel good when it rubs against your pants?” I ask, and he pauses, glancing over at me with those beautiful bright eyes of his, strands of silver hair falling across his forehead.
“Huh?” he asks, cocking his head slightly to one side. He's seriously looking at me like I'm an alien. Then I remember that I'm supposed to be a guy, and that's a pretty stupid question. That'd be like asking a girl if her period cramps hurt. Hah. Hahaha. Yeah. We all know they do.
“I mean, for me it feels good, so …” I hedge, knowing I'm totally fucking this up. I feel like Steve Carell in The 40-Year-Old Virgin when he tells the other guys that boobs feel like bags of sand.
“You like having a giant, useless boner?” Spencer chokes out. He pulls out a screwdriver, and starts undoing the current lock, glancing over his shoulder like he's trying to figure me out. “You really are a weirdo, aren't you, Chuck Carson?”
“Maybe,” I start, but at least he's 'seen' proof of my, erm, dick, so he won't be as apt to question things. Ranger's right though: I'll have to tell him eventually. Just not now. Not yet. “Could you maybe turn around, so I could put my pants back on?”
Spencer narrows his eyes, but does as I ask, waiting until I give him the all-clear before he turns around. He tucks his hands into his pockets and looks down at me with an expression that's half want, half frustration.
“I'm not sure I'll ever be able to clear that sight of you from my mind, ass up, tie in your mouth …” He sighs and reaches up to scrub a hand down his face. Leaving his palm over his lips and staring at me over the top of it. “Pretty sure that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. I just … like, maybe I'll freak over the dick, but I won't know until I've tried, I guess.”
My lips quirk into a little smile.
“You're too cute,” I murmur, grinning and tucking some hair behind my ear. My glasses drift down my nose and Spencer reaches up to fix them for me.
“How so?” he asks, sounding a tad suspicious.
“You're willing to go outside your comfort zone. A lot of guys would probably lash out at me because they were uncomfortable with their own feelings. Not you though.” Spencer listens to me talk, and then his mouth curves up in a sly half-smile.
“I guess. Does that mean you're willing to go on a date with me?”
I bite my lower lip, and slide my eyes to the side, looking everywhere but at him.
