No response. Just frantic typing and pure concentration.What the hell is she writing that has her looking like that?
“Danika,” I say a bit louder, but it does the trick.
She glances up in surprise at my breaking her absolute concentration. “What?”
“Everything okay? You seem confused…” I trail off, not knowing what to say.
She shrugs and tries to brush it off, but the sudden heat in her cheeks makes me realize this isn’t something I’m willing to let go. Calling her on her BS, I raise an eyebrow. “What’s going on?” Obviously, my BS meter’s on high alert, so she’d better not try to slide something past me.
Her eyes dart everywhere but at me.What the hell is going on?
I attempt to be patient, but the longer I wait, the longer my mind reels out of control. She won’t look at me. Is her blush actually going deeper? Finally, after what feels like a billion years, she clears her throat and swallows before finally looking me in the eye. Her curly hair bobs around her face in a barely controlled bun, and a smile lights up her face.
“I’m trying to write a scene.”
“That’s a given…” I deadpan.
“Maybe you can help? I don’t know. It seems weird… You have your own work to finish tonight. I don’t want to bother you.”
“You can talk to me about anything.”
“Even if it involves a sexy scene in my book?”
My interest piques. “Really?” I waggle my eyebrows. “I’m sure I can be of help. What do you need?”
“Well, I need to know if what’s going on in my head can actually happen in real life. I have a hot and sexy build up, but now that I think of the practicalities, I’m sure she’d end up with a concussion or worse, fall and actually break something…” Before she can continue, she bursts out laughing.
If I thought my interest was piqued before, now I can’t wait to find out what’s going on in that beautiful and sexy mind of hers. “You know… he’s not doing it right, if concussions are an option.”
She shakes her head as if I’ve lost all my marbles. “I know…” comes out in a laugh. “I want it to be a realistic scene, but my imagination might be getting ahead of practicality.”
“Okay… so lay it on me. What are you imagining thatmightcause bodily harm?”
Dani cocks her head to the side and bites on her bottom lip for a moment. I reach out and pull it free as she quietly asks, “You sure you wanna hear this?”
I sigh in frustration. “Obviously I do, or I wouldn’t offer. Out with it already. The suspense is killing me.”
Dani sets her laptop on the coffee table and turns to face me. “Okay… So… the couple I’m writing about, met recently. They’ve had combustible chemistry from the start, but every time something’s about to happen, they get interrupted. When they finally get together, they end up in her apartment alone for the first time. She’s in the kitchen cooking breakfast in just one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear, thinking she’s alone. He comes up behind her and as she finishes making her breakfast, he stands there watching her from the entry to the kitchen, until she notices him. He’s fresh from the shower and wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. There’s some conversation, and they work their way around to the other side of the bar. Since he knows they’re alone, he closes the distance between them and kisses her. She’s much shorter than he, so he sets her on the counter of the bar to make up for the height difference. Eventually, he skims her underwear down her legs and decides he wants to kiss her there. The height difference makes it too high for him to kneel and too low for him to simply lean over. He reaches under her ass and lifts her to his shoulders and pivots to have her lean against the wall as he perfectly positions himself to ravage her.”
Dani takes a deep breath, then looks to me, still focused on her thoughts. “So… do you think it’s possible to move from the counter to the wall without dropping her? Would it even be physically possible to experience oral from that position?”
Being a man of action, I simply stand and say, “Get up.”
“What?” she asks in disbelief, her eyes wide, and her mouth gaping.
“Get up. The only way you’ll know is if we try it.” I reach for her hand and pull her to her feet. I briskly tug her to the kitchen and hoist her up on the counter.
As soon as I have her on the counter, I bend to get her into position. She giggles and bats at my shoulders. “Luke… You don’t need to do this. We could have just talked it through logistically.”
“I’m more of a method actor,” I tease, causing her to full belly laugh. I reach under her ass and hoist her in the air to my full height. I pivot to step toward the wall, and Dani wobbles. Fuck, I almost drop her. When I get her to the wall, there’s no fucking way I’d have any access in this position. “Uh… you’ll need to move back a bit.”
I lean her back against the wall and go to take a step back to give myself space. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, Dani shifts on her own accord, and I hear a loud smack against the wall as her body suddenly drops between my chest and the wall. Her legs are still over my shoulders from the knees down, and her face is suddenly eye level with mine. Laughter pours from her, and her body begins to shake.
“Um… that didn’t go quite as planned.” I chuckle.
“You think?” she pants between fits of laughter, as I try to figure out how to get out of this position without dropping her.
Not being one to give up, I suggest, “Wanna try that again? I’m sure we can get it right next time.” I hold onto her shoulders as she lets her legs fall off my shoulders.
