Contessa (67 page)

“
Definitely not,
”
he says.

“
Are you okay to drive?
”

“
I
’
m fine,
”
he says.
“
I didn
’
t even finish what I poured.
”

“
Camille,
”
I plead.
“
Stay, please. We haven
’
t been able to hang out in weeks.
”

“
Maybe we
’
ll come back,
”
she suggests, leaning into her boyfriend. I glare at her. She shrugs.

“
We
’
ll let you know,
”
Finn says, taking her hand and leading her out of the game room. Lexi follows them up the stairs, presumably to lock the door behind them.

“
Well, that
’
s just rude,
”
I say to Jon.
“
The only reason they came here was to have sex. We should charge them by the hour or something.
”

“
Don
’
t take it personally,
”
Jon says as he hands Lexi her cue stick when she comes back downstairs.
“
You
’
d understand if–
”
He stops himself from continuing, remembering that he
’
s the only one in the room who
’
s not a virgin.

“
Wow, you wanna finish that sentence, buddy?
”

“
Nope,
”
he says, pressing his lips together.
“
It
’
s just rude.
”
He smiles and nods back toward the board, gesturing for me to take my shot.

Again, I miss the target completely.
“
That
’
s it.
”
I lean over to take my heels off while I hear Lexi and Kyle start their game of pool. I feel Jon
’
s hand on the small of my back, his fingers scratching lightly.

I clear my throat and stand up straight, looking back at the bullseye.
“
No distractions,
”
I warn Jon. He takes a step back while I pitch the dart toward the center. It hits the board so hard, it bounces off the metal circle and falls on the carpet.

“
Let
’
s start over,
”
Jon suggests.
“
You have no follow through.
”

“
Yeah, I do,
”
I argue. Truth be known, I hadn
’
t played darts in probably two years. Back then, I was pretty good, but I
’
m definitely out of practice.

“
No.
”
He laughs softly after gathering the darts back up.
“
Here, watch.
”
He plants his feet firmly in the carpet and closes one eye, taking aim. He launches the dart gracefully, and it hits close to the center.
“
Did you see my arm?
”

“
Was I supposed to be watching that?
”
I laugh.
“
I was watching your expression. You look so cute and serious.
”

“
Okay, focus,
”
he instructs me playfully.
“
One more time.
”
He takes his stance again and sinks another dart into the cork close to be the bullseye. This time, I watch his arm, and notice the follow through. Yeah, I wasn
’
t doing that.
“
You try.
”
He hands me the dart, and I take his place behind the line. As I start to aim, I feel his body behind mine, and his hand skims up my arm until his fingers close around mine.
“
So you
’
ll follow through,
”
he says, moving my arm in the motion. His other arm snakes around my waist. He kisses my cheek.
“
Got that?
”

“
I think so,
”
I tell him.
“
If I follow through, I get a kiss. Right?
”

“
If you need a reward system, that will work for me.
”

I take careful aim again and throw the dart, making sure to extend my arm for the follow through. I hit the outer edge of the board. The dart barely hangs on for a few seconds, and then falls to the floor. I turn around, ready for my kiss.

“
What? You missed!
”
he says as he shakes his head.

“
All I had to do is follow through!
”

“
You had to stick a dart, Liv,
”
he argues with me.

“
That
’
s not what you said. Now you
’
re going to change the rules?
”
He quickly grabs me into his arms and kisses me hard. He starts to walk backwards slowly, quietly, taking me with him toward the door. We both glance toward the pool table. Lexi and Kyle are studying a shot with their backs to us, and Jon quickly picks me up and carries me out of the room.
“
Where are we going?
”
I whisper.

“
Let
’
s just come out here,
”
he says as he sets me down on one of the media chairs.
“
I can tell there
’
s no sneaking away with your cousin around. But that doesn
’
t mean we can
’
t have a
little
privacy.
”

“
What do you want to do?
”
I ask him.

He raises his eyebrows.
“
What do I
want
to do?
”
He sits down in the chair next to me and lifts the arm rest that separates the seats. I bend my knees, pulling my legs up on the couch, and lean into him. He kisses me again.
“
What I
want
to do is what we did at my apartment,
”
he says, his voice low and wanting.

“
We can
’
t do that here,
”
I tell him as I shake my head.

“
You didn
’
t ask what was feasible. You asked what I wanted. And I want to make you feel like that, Olivia. It was so sexy, and you look so enticing tonight that I just can
’
t stop thinking about all the places I
’
d like to kiss you–
”

“
Jon!
”
My face gets hot and I bite my lip.

“
Can I show you a few?
”

I
’
m unsure, and tell him so.

He looks into my eyes and moves closer anyway.
“
We
’
ll go with five.
”

“
I don
’
t think so.
”

“
One,
”
he whispers, kissing my forehead first. I put my hand on his cheek, running my fingers over the stubble on his chin. He puts his fingers on mine and holds my hand in his, moving them both to our laps.

“
Two,
”
he says, leaning into my bare shoulder and touching his mouth to it.
“
That spot has been begging me all night,
”
he explains.

“
I
’
m sure it has,
”
I agree softly.

“
Three.
”
He takes my earlobe in his mouth and sucks gently.

“
Oh, wow,
”
I breathe quickly, loving how it feels.
“
Four and five,
”
I tell him.

“
What?
”
His mouth is right next to my ear.

“
Just do four and five there, too,
”
I instruct him with a smile.

“
You like that, huh?
”
He does it again, and it drives me crazy for him. I try to pull his mouth to mine to kiss me, but he holds off.
“
Not yet.
”

“
Please?
”
I beg him.

He shakes his head.
“
Four,
”
he tells me, touching his finger to my nose playfully before looking toward the pendant hanging from the necklace he gave me. He tucks the tip of his finger beneath my shirt and moves it over slowly, just above my left breast. He pulls the shirt down, not even an inch, and places a kiss over my heart. When he removes his finger, he trails it down the left side of my body slowly, settling his hand on my hip. His other hand does the same as he angles me toward him. I can feel my heart pounding everywhere.

“
Five?
”
I ask him, clasping my fingers at the nape of his neck.

“
Five,
”
he confirms, moving in, kissing slowly, his tongue tangling intimately with mine. My hands travel down his back, dipping under both of his shirts to touch his warm, smooth skin. I knead my fingers firmly into his muscles, feeling his body relax under my touch. His left thumb presses slowly down my side and over my hip. I suddenly feel his cold hand touching my bare thigh. We both look at one another steadily. I sit up slightly on my knees, hoping his right hand will follow suit.

It does.

I close my eyes and sigh as his lips move back to my shoulder again, and then to my neck. Needing to be closer to him, I pull his body into mine and swing my right leg over his legs. He stops all motion, tucking his head into my neck and breathing unsteadily.

“
What
’
s wrong?
”
I whisper. He glances over my shoulder to the game room. I sense that Lexi is still giving us some time alone by the little smile that breaks across his face. He moves his hands back up to my hips and settles me into his lap. I gasp quietly at the contact. His fingers–still under my skirt–skim the edges of my panties. His hands eventually meet at the back and he pulls me into him, needy.

“
Kiss me,
”
he says. I obey immediately. His lips move from mine to my cheek, and then close again once more around my ear.

“
I really like that,
”
I tell him. He doesn
’
t respond verbally, but keeps doing it. I pull one of my hands from beneath his shirt and start playing with his hair. I want to take his shirt off entirely, but I know I can
’
t. He shifts beneath me slowly, and I begin to remember how wonderful it felt to be with him at his apartment. When he does it a second time, then a third, I start to respond myself, moving against him. His hands help to direct me. It feels so good.
“
I like that even more,
”
I admit.

“
I bet you do,
”
he says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice.
“
We should go to your room.
”

“
We can
’
t.
”

“
Sure we can. She gave Finn and Camille two and a half minutes. And she may not even miss us for longer than that. I say we take the chance.
”
He continues his movements, which completely clouds my judgment.

“
I don
’
t know.
”

“
Plus, she
’
s not as scary as your dad.
”

“
But she might tell him.
”

“
She won
’
t tell him.
”
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, removing one hand from beneath my skirt and bunching my hair up at the nape of my neck.
“
She won
’
t.
”