Page 13 of Love Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 4)
“I think anything we do together will be fun. ”
And I can’t help it. My mind goes to doing things with him. His tongue blazing a trail across my body. The gods only know the things that boy can do with his powerful mouth.
“Uh, yeah, probably,” I manage to sputter out.
“Then, Saturday, you’ll have to cheer me on while I compete—shirtless, apparently—in the Gods of Olympus competition. ”
“I think the whole shirtless thing was pretty brilliant. I wonder who came up with that idea?”
“I think I’m going to freeze,” he says with a laugh. “And then there’ll be the feast. Where you will toast in my honor—”
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bsp; “Only if you actually win. ”
“I’m going to win. ”
“Just because you danced your way to Mr. Eastbrooke doesn’t mean you can win at wrestling. Do you even know how to wrestle?” I want to add that maybe we should get naked and he could practice, but I don’t.
He puts his chin on his fist and licks his lips. Which means I get to see his tongue. He smirks and raises his eyebrows at me. “Maybe I’ll have to show you. ”
I gulp, then nervously grab a curl and wrap it around my finger.
He grabs my hand out of my curl and brings it to his lips. “What? You don’t want to get naked and see which one of us is stronger?”
Um, honestly, I don’t know what I want. Part of me wants him to be like every other guy. Wants him to be a player.
But most of me wants him to be different.
I flash him a fake smile. “That sounds fun,” I say with zero enthusiasm.
What’s wrong with me? The hottie god wants to get naked with me and now I don’t want to?
And to top it all off, I suddenly feel like crying. I can feel little tears prickling my eyes.
Am I about to get my period or something? Why am I feeling so emotional?
Aiden tilts his head at me, looks into my soul, and somehow knows exactly what I’m thinking.
“Boots, I was just teasing you. ”
My heart soars and drops all at the same time. “So you don’t want me naked?”
He slowly blinks his eyes. When he opens them, the hunger I saw briefly in his room when he had me pinned against his wall is back. And, once again, it is so. Fucking. Sexy.
“I definitely want you naked. Just not yet. We should take things slow. Be friends. ”
I sit here. Not sure what to say to that. Part of me wants to fight him on it. Part of me thinks he’s right. Part of me just wants to see him naked.
“So, back to this weekend,” he says. “We will also be required to kiss and hold hands. ”
“You’re trying to create a Greek atmosphere by kissing?”
“Oh, no. That will be because you want to. ”
“I want to? No. You’ll want to. ”
“What makes you think that?”
My response is interrupted by the waiter bring our entrée. It smells heavenly. He went a little cheesy romantic on the entrée, ordering chateaubriand for two. It’s served with a Béarnaise sauce, roasted fingerling potatoes, and asparagus. He cuts into it and feeds me the first rich morsel.
“Because I’m starting to think that you’re wooing me,” I tell him after I finish chewing.
“Me? Naw. ” He grins. “What was your first clue?”
“Honestly, the way things have gone between us, so up and down. Like, one minute you pulled the she-loves-me petal off and the next the she-loves-me-not petal. But today, I was telling your sister about wooing and I realized all that you’ve done. ”
“And?”
“I like it. ”
We finish dinner, talk over dessert, then head out to his car. Again, he opens the door for me as I slide in.
He gets in the other side, puts the keys in the ignition, but doesn’t start the car.
He leans toward me and pushes my hair behind my ear. “I want this feather. Can I take it off?”
I’m sort of puzzled by this request, but I say, “Uh, sure. ”
He glides the hook out of my ear then runs his thumb across it. “It’s a soft as it looks. ” He runs the feather lightly down my arm.
“Mhmm,” I groan softly.
He pushes my hair from one side of my neck to the other, so my neck is fully exposed on the side closest to him. Then he runs the feather up the side of my neck.
Which may be the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me.
My dress has a plunging neckline and when he runs the feather down into my cleavage, I decide it is indeed the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me.
How does he come up with this shit?
His mother is Aphrodite, that’s how. Durrr.
I lean back into the headrest and close my eyes. Just feel the feather gliding across my skin, leaving me with goosebumps everywhere. He glides it up on my face and slowly across my eyelids.
I swear, I’m taking this feather home and having it bronzed.
He runs it across my lips.
Although having it dipped in gold would probably be more godlike.
I feel his chest touch mine as his lips replace the feather.
I run my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, and finally he kisses me more deeply.
Still no freaking tongue, but the kiss is deeper. His lips are pressed tighter to mine. His mouth more forceful. Who was it that said we needed to come up with another word besides amazing?
Oh, I forget.
His hands tangle in my hair then slide down my shoulders. My eyes are shut tightly, taking in every touch. He kisses gently down my neck and then I feel one single finger follow the outline of my dress.
On. My. Naked. Skin.
The finger starts on my collarbone, making a slow descent down the side of one boob, pausing briefly in my cleavage, and then back up the other side.
My back is pressed tightly against the seat, and even though my eyes are closed, I can’t stop smiling.
And making little contented sighs.
He grabs my chin and turns my head toward him.
I half open my eyes.
Did I mention that I am in love with this boy? One hundred percent completely, stupidly in love with him?
But I am an idiot who clearly has no clue what real love is.
But I don’t care right now.
I gaze into his eyes and then kiss him back.
Eventually, sadly, the kissing stops and he drives us back to school. He parks his car in the lot and holds my hand as we wander slowly toward my dorm.
I’m still in a bit of a daze. Must be an aftereffect of kissing a god.
