Page 35 of Becoming His

All of the time.

I groaned, and he laughed, kissing me with his salty lips.

“That’s a yes. Final question. Do you wantanyonelike you want me?”

His hand ran up and down my leg as he spoke, and I shook my head.

No one has ever made me feel this way.

“What about you? It’s totally different for me. You, on the other hand, you’re a whore,” I shot back, arching a brow at him.

He tutted, throwing his fries at me.

“I’mnota whore. I’ve been searching for you.” He kissed me and tried to pull me onto his lap, which I resisted.

“Oh, come on, we’ve got to kiss....” He grumbled as I slid back from him, grabbing my burger.

“Yeah, we don’t need to be dry humping, though.” I pointed out, and he shrugged as he grinned at me.

“I like it, though.”

“You’re a pervert, that’s why.”

“You are sexy as hell in that outfit.”

I flushed as he peered at me.

“Look at me. You. Are. Sexy. As. Hell.”

I swatted his arm, and he grabbed my hand, pulling it to his lips as he kissed it softly.

“Why can’t you take compliments?” He whispered as I bit my lip. Ihatedcompliments and didn’t want to hear them. His eyes searched mine as he rested his forehead on mine.

“You need to get used to hearing them, Annabelle. I’ve got so many in here for you.” He tapped his head, and I leaned forward and kissed him softly. He groaned, kissing me back before I pulled away.

“We need to go back to school.”

“Mmm. I liked you kissing me. Do it again.” Bailey demanded, and I leaned forward to kiss his lips, but this time he managed to pull me onto his lap.

“Bailey!” I scolded, but he held me in place.

“Yes, I know. School. Can I drive you home after?” He looked at me hopefully, and I nodded, my heart thumping in my chest.

“You’re falling, aren’t you?” He winked, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

“You wish.”

“Damn straight, I do.”

“I need to get off you.” I looked down at my legs that were straddling him.

“No, I like this position very much.” I couldfeelhow much he liked the position through his jeans, and I nearly jumped onto the table in fright.

It was huge!

“Right, let’s go,” I swallowed, silently pleading with him to behave as I rose slowly. I reached into my bag to pay for the lunch, but he stopped me, throwing some notes onto the table.

“This lunch was my pleasure. You can pay for the wedding or something.”