Chapter Two
MAL
I stood at Adele’s front door, that glittery purple frame that she’d glued to the wood at eye level. I didn’t know why a person would glue anything to their front door, and I guess that was pretty representative of my feelings about her in general.
The girl confused the hell out of me. We’d been hanging out for weeks and I hadn’t gotten so much as a kiss. She wanted me, I was pretty sure, and I sure as hell felt the same. I was lusting after her so bad that it actually, physically ached, and I’d had more than one bad moment where I’d had to be creative to hide my rock solid erection from her.
But Adele wasn’t like any of the other girls I’d ever known, the ones who had seemed to be okay with a certain pattern of behaviour regarding dates, kissing and sex.
With Adele I was on uncertain ground, and so I’d been letting her lead. But I was here tonight, a dumb bouquet of what the florist had told me were wildflowers in hand, because I wasn’t sure I could wait anymore.
She wasn’t my type, not at all. She didn’t fit into the neat little world I’d carved out for myself, the world with the right fraternity, the right degree, the right girlfriend.
Maybe that was the attraction right there. That little world hadn’t been carved out by me, but by my father. Adele represented everything that my old man would hate, which would have made her attractive even if she wasn’t, you know, attractive.
No matter how different we were, I wanted her, I just had no idea how to show her. Looking down at the flowers that I was clutching tightly, I shook my head and groaned at my own pathetic self.
She was going to laugh her ass off at me when I gave these things to her. And then she was going to invite me in for yet more coffee.
I didn’t want any more coffee. I wanted sex. I wanted to know what that pale skin felt like under my fingers, wanted to know what her hair smelled like.
Wanted to know what noise she would make when I drew her nipple into my mouth, when I slid my hand between her legs. When I spread those creamy thighs of hers wide and finally, finally slid my cock into her wet heat.
But it was more than just sex, and I knew it. I wanted to possess her, wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be comfortable enough to hold her in my arms at night and tell her how much I hated living up to what was expected of me.
“Christ, Hunter. Get your shit together.” I tried to shake thoughts of fucking Adele senseless or worse, holding her tenderly, from my mind as I knocked, then wished I’d waited another minute because my cock, teased by the erotic mental pictures, had started to thicken, pressing against the stiff denim of my jeans.
If I couldn’t settle myself down, I was going to embarrass myself in more ways than one. Though actually Adele didn’t strike me as the kind of girl who would take a boner on her behalf as anything other than a compliment.
I heard the rattle of the deadbolt, and then the door swung open.
“Hey.” Adele’s voice was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. It gave me something to focus on other than my nerves when she looked at the flowers I was holding. Some dark emotion flickered through her eyes, followed quickly by surprise.
I felt like an idiot. What was I going to do, ask her to go steady?
I opened my mouth, to say what, I wasn’t sure. She beat me to it.
“Are those for me?” Adele sounded as puzzled as she looked when she studied my face. I watched as a tentative smile bloomed over those full, gorgeous lips.
