His Runaway Bride (Alphalicious Billionaires 7) - Page 28

“Jesus.”

“You must know that you’re attractive.”

He’d blushed few times in his life, but there was something about Noemi’s intense scrutiny that made him feel like an eleven year old boy caught spying on his babysitter undressing or some shit. Not that he’d ever have done something like that. He’d never even had a babysitter that he could remember.

“I know that I’m attractive,” he agreed. “But not like you’re making me out to be. I don’t know. I guess I stopped noticing. Got busy with work and stuff. I was into female attention for a while, when I was young and dumb, but now, it just got old. The drama and the dating and stuff. I can do without it.”

“Is that why I’m here? Because you prefer one-night stands that are sexy and meaningless?”

“No! No. That’s not what I had in mind.” He ran a hand through his hair, completely discomfited. How the hell did she manage to turn him inside out? He didn’t have this problem with other women. They were the ones chasing him while he was bored and disinterested most of the time.

“Right.” Noemi grinned like she was enjoying herself a little. “I guess I came to you with my… problem. You were all about waffles and being a good host. I was the one that shot that to shit and ruined your plans and cost you fifty bucks in pizza.”

“Best fifty bucks I ever spent.”

Noemi’s smile faded. “I didn’t want to have this conversation because it’s awkward and I don’t want to come across as crazy or needy, but now that we’re talking about it, I wanted to say that this was fun. Is fun. I- I’d be open to something more if you are. That’s not- you don’t have to though. We just met. Seriously. I never thought I’d say this, but some people talk about meeting people and they say that they just have this instant connection and things are just easy. I never believed it. I thought it was just made up like holidays are an excuse to sell more merch to people in flagging retail seasons. With you though, I can kind of see it.”

“Because I ate your pussy three minutes after you walked in my door?”

Her lips twitched. “I’m pretty sure it was more like ten minutes. Give me some credit.”

“So, if I told you that I wanted to see you again tomorrow, would you be up for that?”

“It depends if tomorrow means the morning, when I wake up, throw my clothes on, and do the whole walk of shame thing for the first time in my life, or if by tomorrow you mean that even if I throw my clothes on and do a walk of shame, you’d still want to see me in the evening for a redo on those waffles?”

Something prodded him in the stomach. It felt like an actual object and he was pretty surprised to find nothing there when he glanced down at his t-shirt. “It’s only a walk of shame if you’re ashamed about something.”

“I’m not ashamed.” She sounded like she meant that. Her face was totally sincere.

“You’re right. This is really good pizza.”

Noemi threw back her head and laughed. Really, truly, laughed. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. Literally. Suddenly it felt like his eyes were on fire and he had no idea why. He liked her laugh too. It was melodic, twinkling and had that sweet cadence to it like the cheery kind of classical music that wasn’t annoying as shit.

“Okay, I give up. If you want to make waffles tomorrow night, I’d show up.”

Would you show up too if I told you I wanted to strip you naked, turn you around and eat you from behind?

Pussy normally wasn’t his thing. Okay, so he was a dude. Pussy was basically always his thing, but he’d never really enjoyed eating out a girl that much. Back when he was young, maybe. The novelty wore off with time. It wore off on getting his dick sucked too. He wasn’t a double standard kind of guy. It was all just old. Old and boring. Devoid of meaning. Ultimately empty.

Not Noemi.

Her pussy was like finding the fountain of youth. He wanted to drink and drink and never share. God, he wanted to turn her around and eat all of her, and he was definitely not an ass man. At least not in that respect.

He’d known her for all of a few hours. What the hell was going on with him? He was supposed to convince her to fake marry him. Not fall head first into straight up lust because she was beautiful, tasted like the rarest honey- the kind made from, like, golden bees or some shit, smelled like vanilla and flowers, and made him come in under a minute.

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