Page 98 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Laughing, I replied, “If it was expensive, yes.”
“It was.” He chuckled as he calmed his tickling fingers. “I have some on my shirt if you want to try to peel it off.”
“I’m good. So that’s how you did it? Trying to upstage a twenty-year-old with your MJ moves?”
“I mean, did I really have an option?”
“I don’t think you did. At least you got a cool cast out of it.”
He lifted it up for both of us to examine. “I really did. You can’t believe all the girls that have come up to me, asking about my cast.”
“Is that right?” I asked, backing away from him.
“No.” He smiled and pushed me down on the couch so he hovered over me utilizing his good arm. “There is only one girl I really care about.”
“Well, aren’t you the charmer?”
“I like to think so,” he said closely just before his lips found mine.
I allowed the affection because frankly, I wanted him. He was sweet, fun, and he liked me.
His body pressed against mine as he lowered himself down. My hands ran up his shoulders and into his hair where I played with the slight curls that framed his face.
For a second, he pulled away, took off his glasses, and then found my lips once more. He was more demanding this time, and my stomach bottomed out as his tongue slipped into my mouth and started stroking the inside of it.
Holy mother of marmalade jars, he knew how to kiss. Every inch of my skin was on fire.
His good hand went to the hem of my shirt where he lifted it a little. His thumb found my exposed skin and started to stroke it ever so lightly, igniting something inside me—something primal.
A moan escaped my mouth as his hand slid up a little farther. Wanting to match his strokes, I moved my hand to his jeans and gasped as it connected with his erection. The thought that I could provoke such a reaction in an attractive man was still a new concept to me.
“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled away and started kissing my jaw. “I just can’t help myself when I’m around you, Rosie. I’ve been waiting so long to get my hands on you.”
I lifted my chin to give him better access just as his doorbell rang.
Blowing out a heavy breath, he rested his forehead on mine and looked me in the eyes.
“Such bad timing,” he said with a heavy breath.
“Do you want me to get it?” I straightened as I looked down at his crotch. I had never seen an erection in the confines of jeans before and it was actually a huge turn-on.
“Might be best,” he responded while sitting up and adjusting himself. “Cash is on the counter if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I said, standing and adjusting my shirt.
I was about to walk toward the door when Lance pulled on my hand and said, “Come right back here, though, food can wait.”
Yup, food could definitely wait.
I opened the door to find a very short boy with a bagful of food with a deli’s stamp on it.
“That will be twenty-four eighty,” he said in a high-pitched voice. I wanted to ask how old he was since he was clearly going through puberty and could hardly see over the bag he was holding, but there were more important things for me to tend to rather than bring down a deli for violating child labor laws.
“Keep the change,” I said as I offered him the thirty dollars left on the counter.
“Wow, thanks,” he said, excited over a little more than a five-dollar tip. Made me wonder what he normally got tipped.
Grabbing the food and shutting the door behind me, I walked back into Lance’s apartment to see him stretched out on the couch, waiting for me with a sexy grin.
