“It’s okay,” I tell her.
The time on the oven dings, and she gets up to go over and take out the lasagna and bread.
“No, it’s not. I never should have tried to kiss you. One, you’re doing work for me. It’s beyond inappropriate. And I shouldn’t have assumed that you would even be interested. I’m sure you probably have girls hitting on you all the time.”
Not as much as you think.
A realization hits me. “Avery, do you think that I stopped things because I don’t find you attractive?”
Her eyes avoid mine. “I think you don’t have to give me a reason.”
I stand up and start to walk over to where she stands. “I stopped things because you were hopped up on allergy medicine. Trust me when I say that it had absolutely nothing to do with your looks—just the opposite.”
It’s written all over her face that she doesn’t believe me. “Duke, you owe me nothing. You don’t have to lie to me. I know I’m not some supermodel, and I’m okay with that. But I get that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Really, I’m fine.”
Look, I may not have wanted to do anything with her last night when she wasn’t in her right mind, but I’ll be damned if she thinks it’s because she’s not good-looking.
I step behind her, pretty sure that I will regret my next move. But I’m going to do it, anyway.
Grabbing her by her hips, I turn her around so that she faces me. “I meant what I said. I stopped things last night because I didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. But I need you to know that it takes every ounce of willpower I have every single day to not do what I’m about to do.”
I kiss her before she can get the word out.
Fuck it. I don’t care if I regret this later.
Right now, it’s worth it.
Well, he’s still kissing me.
And it’s not one of those kisses that you could easily forget about. This is the kind of kiss that makes smart girls stupid.
The kind of kiss that makes you drop all your plans and jump on the back of the bad boy’s motorcycle.
The kind of kiss that drops your morals and your panties in one fell swoop.
Duke has one hand wrapped around my waist while the other holds the side of my face. His lips softly grab mine, and I get so lost in the moment that I don’t want it to end.
When he pulls back to look at me, I feel like my head is spinning. His eyes glance down at my lips. “Now, do you believe that I think you’re absolutely fucking gorgeous?”
Not wanting it to stop, I say, “Uhhh, I’m starting to believe you, but I think I might need a little more convincing.”
He smiles, but this time, this time is different than before. He full-on grins at me, showing me a whole new side of him.
He leans in to kiss me once more, holding my face but now in both of his hands. He starts slowly with his tongue licking the seam of my lips. I part them, granting him access. His tongue swoops in and starts to play with mine. His fingers run through my hair as we make out.
Damn, it’s amazing. This may be the bad decision to end all other bad decisions. But I don’t care. His kiss makes smart girls stupid, remember? My libido screams louder than any rational thought I have in my head.