Late night date night! This is a slightly steamy one, just so you know. 😉
REMINDER: if you haven’t read Breaking News (Charlie Davies Book 11), don’t read this Date Night story! (Unless you want to take a trip to Spoiler City.)
Table of Contents:
- Frustrated
- Very Educational
- Dingle
- Pinecone
- Genetic Material
- Sex Energy
- Thinking Out Loud
- Damp Is Sexy
- Evidence Of Vampirism
- Snackster
- A Lick In The Dark
- Armpit
- Stay Vigilant
- No Sense of Shame (FINAL CHAPTER)
CHAPTER SIX: SEX ENERGY
Every time I got close to Adam, the same thing happened. My brain ceased to function beyond thinking something along the lines of ‘ooh, yummy’ as it was overtaken by the desire to rip off his shirt. Or request that he did it for me, since he had the superior upper body strength.
“Shirt,” I mumbled against his lips. “Off.”
“Mine or yours?”
“Both. Yours first, though.”
“Help me.”
Oh, help the male model remove his shirt? What a hardship my life had turned out to be. (Insert joke about the hardship in his pants. And then insert joke about inserting things.) I dragged his shirt up over his stomach, the backs of my fingers touching skin and sending electricity skitting up my arms. Speaking of arms, he was going to need to raise his so I could pull his shirt off all the way, but since one hand was currently on my waist and the other getting acquainted with my arse – keeping me from falling off his lap and feeling very nice in the process – I didn’t want to ask him to move.
Instead I paused with his shirt where it was, letting go of it so my hands could explore the exciting terrains of his abs and chest. I could look later. For now I was satisfied with my hands getting the full beneath-shirt experience. I moaned against his mouth and the hand on my waist went to the back of my head, fingers weaving through my hair. I’d never been more glad I wasn’t wearing a clown wig.
(Yes, I’m aware that’s a weird thing to think in a steamy situation, but it had been a weird week. And, you know. I was me.)
All this time we were kissing, and no, it was not in any way sweet or tentative. Our tongues slid against each other and we were both making little sighing and groaning noises and my legs were on either side of his thighs which felt both really good and really frustrating. Why was there so much denim between us? It was muting all the fun sensations. This would be much nicer if we were wearing, say, only our underwear. Or nothing.
I was beginning to think maybe starting with the shirt had been a bad idea. Surely the more urgent thing to remove was his pants. It definitely felt urgent for me, and judging by the straining zip it was kind of an emergency for him too. I bit his bottom lip and he squeezed my arse.
Yep. Pants off. Keeping them on was no longer an option.
I wriggled around a little – not that I hadn’t already been, but now I was trying to put a little space between us rather than earlier when I was doing the exact opposite. Just temporarily, to give me enough room to get to his fly. Then I’d get in close once again. Ooh, yummy.
Then I made a fatal error. I misjudged how much weight I could put on the knee of my stitched-up leg and the wound screamed out in protest, sharp pain radiating down my thigh. I sucked in a breath, hoping Adam would mistake it for the general breathlessness I experienced around him. Unfortunately he was not so easily tricked.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss. Fuck. His shirt AND pants were still on. There was no way the kiss should be ending this early.
“I’m fine,” I said hurriedly. “Tiny twinge. You should kiss it better. But first kiss me on my mouth some more.”
“Charlie…”
Damn it. I knew that tone. It had finality in it. Reluctant finality, but finality nonetheless.
I stuck my bottom lip out. Who says I can’t be mature and alluring? “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Think of it this way. If we keep going and you get hurt, then you’ll take even longer to heal.”
My eyes widened as his words sunk in. “Meaning we’ll have to delay even more?”
“Yep.”
“That is not at all acceptable.”
“I agree.”
“But what the hell are we meant to do instead? And also, just for the record, you kissed me.”
“I know. I couldn’t help it.”
“Overcome by my wiles?”
“You figured out my birthday.”
I smiled, giving him what I imagine was a look of pure glee. Even in this dark, denim-covered times I was still capable of happiness. (Although I would have preferred ha-penis. Heh.)
“I did it!”
“You did.” He was smiling too and he looked so gorgeous and I could help it. I leant down to kiss him again. Our lips made contact for a fraction of a second before he pulled away once more. “Further delays, Charlotte Regina. We can’t do it.”
I let out a melodramatic sigh and nodded. “I should probably move, then. I don’t think this position is helping either of us.”
“Yeah, my resolve is going to disappear really fast if you stay where you are.”
I paused, wondering if maybe I should just stay here then.
“Charlie,” Adam said, smiling.
“Fine, I’ll move. You may have to help me, though.”
“Obviously. You’ve had three drinks tonight.”
“I think my coordination actually improves when I’ve been drinking.”
“I know you think that. It’s not true, but you definitely seem to believe it. It’s a wonder you’re not on the coffee table doing that special dance you choreographed to Get Ya Girls Out by Bang City.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “We can’t all be amazing coordinated sexy former strippers with fancy dance moves like you, Adam.”
He laughed softly, helping me to my feet with minimal leg pains. Then he stood and we were very close to each other and his in-jeans emergency didn’t seem to have gone anywhere and we were looking at each other the way I look at snacks and –
“No.” He took a step back. “Fuck. I really thought I had more self-control than this.”
“I thought you did too. I mean, I’m not surprised I’m letting us down, but you…”
“If you’re trying to annoy me into finding you less attractive, it’s not going to work. I know exactly how annoying you are and yet…” He gestured to the front of his pants, which seemed rude to me since I was trying really hard not to look.
“I think we need to get out of this room. It has sex energy oozing out of every wall.”
Adam looked amused. “Of course. It’s definitely the room.”
“We need to leave and wear ourselves out doing something else, then only come back when we’re too tired to function. Otherwise…” I bit my lip, tearing my eyes away from the front of his pants again. “Any ideas?”
“I can think of one place in this hotel we could expend some energy, but you’re not going to like it.”
“Where?” I asked, body already filling with dread. I was pretty sure I already knew where this was going.
“The gym.”
Kill me now.
“I don’t know if I can manage that with my injury.”
“There are plenty of modified exercises you can do to work around it.”
“And there aren’t any modified sex positions you know?”
“I know plenty,” he replied, “but I’d rather not limit my repertoire. It’s best if we wait until you’ve got your full range back. Trust me.”
“Righty-o.”
So after I’d drunk a full litre of cold water and splashed my face to cool down, we headed for the gym.
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