Before Lucky (Forever Love #2.5)(24)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“What cookies do you have?” She paused. “And do you have hot chocolate as well?”

“You’re not going to eat cookies and drink hot chocolate as well?” I laughed at her. What girl ate cookies and drank hot chocolate without worrying about her figure?

“There’s a reason I’m not a size zero.” She laughed up at me, and I brushed a piece of hair away from her eyes.

“Will you make us both a hot chocolate if I can find the ingredients?” I stepped back, trying to stop myself from going too fast, and pulled out a jar of Cadbury’s drinking chocolate.

“Of course.”

“Will you dunk your legs into the hot tub at least?” I smiled at her, hoping she would say yes. “As we drink our hot chocolate.”

“I guess I could do that.” She laughed again, and I felt like fist pumping.

“Okay, I have Lorna Doone shortbread and Oreos. Which one do you want?” I showed her the boxes.

“Both.” She smiled at me and grabbed an Oreo. “My parents used to call me the real cookie monster.” She sprayed some crumbs on me as she chewed eagerly.

“Oh yeah?” I made a face. “I used to be called Tickle Me Elmo.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because I love to tickle.” I reached under her arms and started tickling her. I came up close to her, and she shrieked and pulled away from me, wriggling her body against me, as she struggled to get away from me.

“Oh, stop.” She laughed hysterically. “I’m too ticklish.”

“Beg me to stop.” I looked down at her face and pushed her into the counter. I pushed my chest against hers, and felt her br**sts crush into me. They felt soft and welcoming as I felt her ni**les hardening against me. Her body was warm against mine, and I positioned myself between her legs so she could feel my hardness against her lower abdomen. She breathed in deeply at the feel of me, and looked up at me with wide eyes. I pressed myself against her harder, and allowed the side of my palm to graze her breast.

“Zane, please.” She gulped as I stared into her eyes, that full of desire.

“Beg me,” I groaned, not wanting to pull away from her. Beg me to make love to you.

“I’m begging you, Zane.” She put her hand on my forearm and we stood still for a few moments, just gazing into each other’s eyes. I knew that she was unsure of what she was begging me for. Her hand was pushing me away, but her eyes were begging me to take her.

“You have pretty hair,” I broke our gaze and stared at her silky tresses. I needed to change the subject so that I could calm down. I was starting to feel like I was losing control. I wanted her so badly that I knew if we continued in this fashion, I would have her up against the counter, and I would be f**king her until kingdom come.

“Thank you.” She sighed, and played with her locks.

“How old are you, Lucky?” I questioned her, wanting her to feel relaxed again.

“I’m 22.” She licked her lips and I stared at her tongue, wanting to feel it in my mouth, “What about you?”

“Twenty-five.” I couldn’t say anything else.

“So many more playboy years ahead for you then, huh?”

“You could say that.” I took a step away from her. I knew what she was saying. And while I knew it wasn’t fully true, it was partly true. I was a serial dater. I didn’t want a relationship. No matter what feelings she was stirring in me. This was about sex for me, and I was pretty sure sex would mean something extra to her.

“So you don’t have a boyfriend, huh?” I whispered into her ear, enjoying the way she shivered against me.

“No, not right now.”

“That’s a pity.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, a beautiful girl like you needs a man to …”

“I don’t need a man for anything.” She frowned, and pushed me away from her.

“You obviously need a man to take care of you.” I was angry again, thinking about her car breaking down. But I didn’t want her to know how worried I had been. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me,” her voice rose and I knew I had said the wrong thing.

“Every girl I know needs a man.” Foot in mouth again.

“I’m not every girl you know.” She narrowed her eyes and pushed past me. “I think I’m going to skip the cookies and go to bed.”

“Wait, Lucky.” I grabbed my shoulder and sighed. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” Please stay with me. I felt the dread in me again. Why couldn’t I say anything right when I was around this girl?

“I’m sure.” She rolled my eyes.

“You’re not like other girls, are you, Lucky?” I said as if in a trance.

“No, I’m not.”

“Shall we go and talk in the hot tub?” I asked hopefully.

“No thanks. I think I want to go to bed now.”

“You think I’m a jerk, huh?” I was mad at myself, and disappointed. Please don’t go to bed yet.

“I think you are an egotistical ass, yes.”

“That’s heavy.” I sighed.

“You date a different girl every week and tell me I need a man. I think anyone would agree with me. You’re an ass.”

“I don’t date a different girl every week. Just because I take a girl out for dinner doesn’t mean it’s a date.” It’s not what you think. I wanted so badly to explain to her.

“I don’t even care,” She sighed. “I have other things to worry about.”

“I told you, I will help you with your car.” My voice rose. I was starting to panic, what if she didn’t want my help any longer?

“I don’t need your help.”

“I need your help, though.” I knew that I had to ask her now. If I didn’t ask now, I may not get another opportunity. “Can we go and talk please?”

She looked at me suspiciously and I didn’t blame her. How was I going to ask her to come to Los Angeles with me? She was going to think I was crazy.

“Can’t it wait?” She yawned, and looked just as I imagined an angel would look like.

“It can wait.” I smiled at her sweetly and stretched. Now wasn’t a good time. I had to be patient. I had to work it out in my head first. I knew if I asked her now, she would just say no.

“I’m going to bed.” She turned around and ran up the stairs quickly. I watched as she ran away from me and I laughed.