Page 156 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Did you get spring rolls?” he asked again, nuzzling my ear.
“I think so?” Not really sure what I’d ordered at this point, thanks to Henry’s ability to completely distract me.
“Well, let’s take a look.” Henry unlatched himself from my stomach, but still stood pressed against me, looking over my shoulder. Searching through the beg, he pulled out a little package of spring rolls. “I knew my girl wouldn’t fail me.” He kissed the side of my cheek and backed away, leaving me breathless and needy.
I turned around to face him, unbuttoned part of the shirt I was wearing so my cleavage would show, then placed my hands on the counter behind me. Henry had a spring roll halfway to his mouth when he saw my position.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Do you really think you can come in here, shirtless, and press yourself against me without turning me on?”
“Maybe.” He smiled.
“Guess again. What are you going to do about it?”
“Eat my food.” He wiggled his eyebrows and then bit into his spring roll. He turned to grab some plates and then placed them on the counter so we could serve up dinner.
Confused, I asked, “Are you really not going to have sex with me right now?”
“Is that what you wanted?”
I gave him a “duh” look. “Of course. Why else would I unbutton the top buttons on my shirt?”
“Technically, that’s my shirt.” He grinned. “And I just gave you an orgasm and pretty sure you jacked me off in the shower a few moments ago.”
“Oh, my God.” I swatted his stomach. “Don’t be so crude.”
“Okay, if you didn’t jack me off, what did you do?” He was testing me; he was always testing me.
“I stroked your love stick,” I answered, not playing into his stupid word game challenge.
He shook his head in disappointment. “And for that answer, I will be eating my Chinese now. If you’d said something else, I might have taken care of that little horny problem you’ve been having lately. Oh, and by the way, when I was eating you out as my appetizer earlier, your pussy didn’t look at all purple to me, nor did it feel heavy. It was perfect.”
Henry dumped the box of noodles in front of him onto his plate, followed by some General Tso chicken and two spring rolls, one half eaten.
He started to walk to the couch when I whined—yes, whined. “You’re seriously going to deny me?”
“I’m prolonging the inevitable. Come on. Come eat dinner with me, watch a movie, and then I will fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.”
“You can just say make love.” I was now a little irritated and frustrated that my need wasn’t being immediately taken care of.When did I get so demanding? It’s Henry’s fault.Poseidon’s put some spell over Virginia. I’ve lost control of her.
“Then I wouldn’t see that beautiful blush cross your face. Now, hurry up; I want you cuddled into my side.”
I dished out a reasonable amount of Chinese food onto my plate, knowing that if I ate all of it at my first sitting, I would want some twenty minutes later. I grabbed drinks for both of us from the fridge and tiptoed across the floor on my bare feet, plopped on the couch, and kissed Henry on the cheek.
“Thanks for wanting to have a movie night with me, even though it might not have been a movie you would have picked.”
Henry wrapped his hand around me and scooped up Chinese food with his other hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, love. Plus, Meg Ryan is hot in this movie, all innocent like my girl.”
I rolled my eyes, brought my plate to my chest, and started shoveling food down as the movie started. I chomped away, enjoying the easiness of our relationship. We were so incredibly comfortable with each other that the giant belch that just popped out of Henry after he took a sip of his beer didn’t even bother me.
That was a lie. I made it seem like it didn’t bother me, when in fact I wanted to punch him in the face every time he let one fly out of his mouth. It wasn’t that burps bothered it me, it was just that his were so loud they often startled me.
Our plates were emptied, our drinks were guzzled, and our burps were emptied—thank goodness. Henry pulled me into his chest, wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and caressed my hair with his lips every once in a while.
My hand rested across his bare skin, and I played with the muscular divots scattering across his well-developed chest. It was still weird for me to think of him as mine, to touch him as I wanted, to kiss him when I wanted my lips on his, and to pleasure him when the spark arose—which lately was often.
I’d been serious when I was talking to Delaney. I felt nervous something was going on with Virginia. I was either feeling super heavy down there, weird way to describe your vagina, I know, or I couldn’t get enough of Henry. I wanted him all the time.
