Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(18)

Before I could finish, though, he was out of his seat, leaning so close his nose almost touched mine. “Is that what you keep telling yourself, over and over again, with the hopes it pushes down the pure raw passion that is swirling in your gut for me?”

Breathless, I couldn’t move, my gaze held hostage by his.

“’Cause I get it. You don’t want to be tied down to someone like me—hell, you don’t even have to admit you like me. I’m not asking for forever, pumpkin. I’m asking for right now.”

What in the world was he doing to me? It was like I was in a trance as he slid his finger along my jaw.

“I just want to finish what we started back at the rink and then some. I want to lick you from the tip of that nose to the center of your pussy. I want to rake my teeth along your clit and hear you scream my name. I want to fuck you until your knees are weak and you can’t breathe.”

Pushing against his chest with my hands, I took in a deep, composing breath. “Not gonna happen. I don’t like you.”

He scoffed, but I could see the pang of my rejection swirling in his eyes. “You keep saying that, but your body is saying something completely different.”

Stupid body. “My body is saying nothing.”

He scoffed again. “Actually,” he whispered, and then he moved in close once more. “It’s saying fuck me. Fuck me hard, Gus. So hard.”

I pushed him away again and rolled my eyes. “How many times do I gotta say no until it clicks?”

He crossed his arms across his chest. “It won’t. I get what I want.”

“Well, not today, buddy, or tomorrow. Or the next day,” I added for good measure. “I don’t have time for your shenanigans.”

He chuckled at that. “And what shenanigans would that entail?”

Why did I say that? Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in the bed and shrugged. “Who knows? You’d probably fall in love with me. I mean, I am amazing.”

His lips curved. “Now who’s the cocky one?”

I couldn’t help it. I grinned. He wasn’t as bad as I thought, or maybe I was being wooed by the fact that he hadn’t left my side since I got hurt. No one had ever done that for me. It was nice. Plus, he was funny, but none of that mattered. I couldn’t do it. “Gus, really, I’m just not down for that. I have too much going on.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “I said one night. Dinner, movie, sex, sex, and more sex.”

It sounded nice. And man, I hadn’t been out with a guy in forever. But I couldn’t risk it. Not with him. Gus was dangerous. And the problem was, he knew it. “No. I’m good.”

He shook his head. “You’ll give in.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yeah, you will,” he answered so damn confidently I couldn’t help but admire it. He was sure of himself. Proud too. If only he wasn’t so obnoxiously cocky about it, I may have considered it.

Rolling my eyes, I looked toward the ground, refusing to give him an answer. We had been waiting forever, and I was getting antsy. I was pissed I was missing classes, though Lizzy said she’d bring me the notes.

I really hated how attracted I was to him. He was just so handsome and rugged, and I swore I would never forget the feel of that mouth between my legs. Or the tips of his fingers between my thighs. It was over before it started, and man, I wanted round two and maybe three, but in just those three minutes with him, I was already starting to get lost.

Just like I did with Jesse, and that was a clusterfuck I did not want to relive. Yet, I still found it really sweet that Gus was waiting with me. That he had carried me there. That he cared. It showed another side that wasn’t the cocky asshole I pegged him to be. Gus looked over at me and smiled. Sweet and oh so sexy.

“You can leave,” I told him. “I can have a friend come get me.”

He shook his head. “I’m good,” he answered with ease, and he was about to say more, but the curtain opened and in came a doctor.

“Bo St. James?”

I held up my hand but before either of us could say anything, Gus was laughing. “Bocephus Jane St. James?” He laughed some more. “Are you sure your parents loved you?”

I glared, looking at him through my lashes. “Shut up.” The nice doctor was confused as she looked back to me. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Okay, Ms. St. James, it looks like you have one hell of a sprain. I want you to stay completely off it for a week. No weight. Only use the crutches.”

Oh, fuck me.

Panic filled my chest as she went on. “After a week, I want you to go to your PCP and go from there. Here are some pain meds, and here is the order for your crutches. I’m sure your boyfriend can get them for you before you leave.”

Annoyed, I sneered, “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

The doctor looked back, her eyes full of appreciation. “Well, my advice is, change that,” she said with a wink. Gus was grinning ear to ear. “The nurse will come in here to wrap you up and get you going. It was nice meeting you. Sorry for the wait.”

“Thank you,” I said.

She was gone then, leaving me in the room with Gus, who was still grinning so damn big, I was blinded by his teeth.

“Stop smiling. It’s intolerable.”

“’Cause you want me?”