Working Out West - Lila Rose Page 0,56
week, would you go to dinner with me?”
It sounded a lot like a date.
Did he mean a date?
He probably did since we already slept in the same bed for the past few weeks. It would be normal for two people to go on a date after that.
After he gave another gentle pinch to my chin, I slammed my eyes back onto his. “Do you mean… as in… we go on a date?”
His smile was wicked. “Da, moya lyubov’. A date.”
“Oh….” My body warmed at the thought of walking into a place with Adrik at my side so people knew he was with me. He was mine. And boy, did I want him to be mine in every way.
“West?”
“Yes!”’ I blurted a little loudly. Adrik gave a low chuckle.
“Good, moya lyubov’. I will make arrangements.”
“Okay,” I uttered.
His gaze drifted down to my lips.
Yes. Kiss me.
A kiss was okay, right? We liked each other. We slept beside each other. We touched each other. All right, maybe Adrik did reach for me more than I did, but I never would regret any caress from him. I loved them in fact—the way he would reach out to me or kiss my jaw, cheek, temple, and forehead.
I wanted one on my lips, though.
So much.
But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled his gaze away and rolled to his back. “Are you ready for sleep, or would you like me to read more?”
I wanted him to face me again and kiss me. My heart and body agreed with my mind.
But how did I make it happen?
Could I ask?
Just the thought of saying the words had my stomach dropping to my feet.
Could I push through my nerves and just say it? Would he want to kiss me?
I licked my dry lips and opened my mouth to ask. Only the words wouldn’t come out. I snapped my mouth closed and cursed myself.
I was a chicken.
Adrik would want a kiss. He was here and had been with me every night. He liked me and would want a kiss. I didn’t have to be so scared over the words.
“West?” He turned his head my way.
“Huh?”
His smile was warm, probably as warm as my face. He placed his hand behind his head, and his T-shirt rode up and exposed skin.
I gulped.
“Would you like to sleep or for me to read more?” he asked again.
“Adrik.”
“Da?”
I cleared my throat and followed his body up to meet his gaze. “Would you….” I made a noise in the back of my throat.
Adrik rolled to his side, up on one elbow, and looked down at me. Heat seared his gaze. “Would I what, moya lyubov’?”
I scraped my bottom lip with my top teeth and made a move to sit up. Ignoring the tight pull to my back, I faced him, sitting cross-legged on the bed. I picked at the sheet as I stared at it.
Adrik’s hand rested on mine. He still lay on his side, and it was my turn to look down at him. “I am guessing you do not wish to sleep, since you are sitting.”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Moya lyubov’, what is it you are after then?”
Hoo-boy, here we go.
My heart threatened to beat out of my chest, but I managed to get the words out. “Kiss me.” My eyes widened. “I mean… you don’t have to. I know this is new, and you’ve been sleeping here. I don’t know—” I squeaked out the last part as Adrik sat swiftly and leaned in with his nose close to mine.
“I would give you anything, West.”
His lips brushed against mine once, twice. My ears rang from freaking butterflies bursting to life inside me.
“More?” he asked, his voice thick with… desire?
“Yes,” I whispered.
A hand slid to my neck, to the back of my head, threading through my hair where Adrik gripped. I gasped, and Adrik took the opportunity to press his mouth against mine, to gently glide his tongue over mine.
Reaching out, I held onto his T-shirt and shifted closer to deepen the kiss. Our tongues danced, our breaths mingled, our hands caressed.
It was more than I thought it would be.
It was amazing.
Adrik broke the kiss. Both of our breaths were ragged. “Christ, West,” Adrik muttered.
I wanted more. No, I needed more. I tugged on his T-shirt. “Can we?”
He groaned in the back of his throat, moved back, and removed his T-shirt, throwing it to the floor. I caught a glimpse of something on his back, and before he could turn my way, I grabbed his arm.
“What’s on your back?”
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