Page 53 of Forever Fighting
Our food and drinks are delivered and set on a table by the edge of the pool. He hands me my drink, but for a moment, our food is left untouched.
“Tell me something that’ll make me hard.”
Instead, it makes me blush and my breath quicken. “How will I know if I do?”
He smirks. “I could show you. But perhaps maybe I’ll just tell you.”
“You’re sitting in the cold pool.”
“Then it seems like you have your work cut out for you.”
Shit. “No way! This is a bad idea.”
He tilts his head and takes a sip of his drink. “You started this, kid.”
Oh my god, I so did. “Fine.” I bring my glass up to my lips and intentionally drag my tongue up the side of it and through the ring of salt before I take a sip from my straw, pointedly sucking hard on it. “Mmm.” I lick my lips. “That tastes so good,” I say in my best porn star voice. Then I give him a long once-over and lean in toward him, ignoring the smell and heat of his skin as I get closer to his ear. “I bet you’d taste better. Would you like me to find out?”
He shivers, his breath hitching, and hell, his reaction and the thought of making him hard are riling me up. I instantlypull back and take another sip of my drink until I give myself a freaking brain freeze. Anything to stop this reaction.
“Nicely done,” he tells me before glancing down into the water at his dick in his trunks.
“Why, thank you.” I bat my eyelashes at him, ignoring the static tension now prickling between us or how much I like the idea that I just made him hard. “Your turn.”
“To make you wet?”
I roll my eyes but mentally think, too late. Ugh. This is bad. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
I squint at him. “You look way too pleased with yourself right now.”
“Oh, I am. Pleased, that is.”
I smack his shoulder. “No more innuendo.”
“That’s the entire point of this game. Anyone who argues that is a liar. I’m going with truth again.”
And I’m steering us away from all the sexy stuff. “Damn you. Fine. What’s something you’ve never told me before because you thought it would be weird?”
He’s silent for a very long moment, his eyes blinking slowly as he thinks. He drags a thumb across his bottom lip and looks down at the water where his left hand that’s sporting his wedding band, which he rarely takes off except at work, despite the risk of getting found out, is.
“That you’re the only woman I could ever picture falling in love with or marrying.”
My heart thunders, and now I’m staring down at the water. I know it’s likely because Roman isn’t the type of man who falls in love, and I’m not sure I could picture him settling down and getting married to anyone. Not for real. But still. It’s hitting me, and it’s hitting hard. I don’t know how to reply to that.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, saving me from having to try.
“Dare.”
“Show me your favorite place to be kissed and let me kiss you there.”
Holy fuck. If I thought my heart was racing before. I should stop this now. I know I should. Hell, I never should have started it and I certainly hadn’t meant for it to go this way this fast.
But I actually go with the truth and it’s that truth right now that will save me. Save us.
I point to my forehead, and a smile curls up his lips as if he already knew I was going to say that. Without hesitation, he lifts up from the curve of the sunbed and comes straight for me, his eyes on mine, and I inhale a shaky breath and hold it. My hand clutches my drink, my other hand balling into a fist.
He lifts the brim of my hat, and just as he reaches my forehead, my eyes close. His lips are soft and firm as they feather along my skin. Then he’s pressing them deeper into the center, and his hand comes around to hold the back of my head. He kisses my forehead, his lips holding still for the longest minute of my life, my body filling with a sweet ache and a sense of… longing?
