“I didn’t yell.”
“It felt like it.”
“Yeah, but I’m mean and aggressive, remember?”
“There is that.” He took another swig of root beer, grinning. “No, I’m not an alcoholic. But the fact I was starting to drink too much scared the crap out of me. Now I stay away from it. I don’t want my thinking impaired. So yeah, no drugs either. And no cigarettes. I have no vices.”
“Except your poor taste in women.” She paused. “Present company excluded.”
“Oh, that was a nice add-on.”
“I thought so.” She smirked.
He couldn’t help it. He put down his root beer, took her beer from her hand, and caged her against the counter.
“Gavin, what are you doing?” she sounded breathy. Aroused.
Lord knew he was.
“I just need one kiss. Then we can go watch the movie. Okay?”
“O-one. I guess.” She licked her lips.
He leaned down, feathered his breath over her mouth, and kissed her. The taste of warm beer and woman went right to his head, making him drunk on her in a way he’d only ever felt with Zoe. The kiss last night hadn’t done them justice. This one just…
He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss when she put her hands on his waist and tugged him closer. She had to be feeling him hard and thick against her, but she only gripped his belt loops and refused to let go.
Zoe participated in everything. She followed his lead, stroked his tongue with hers, and shoved those amazing breasts against his chest. Nothing with her was tentative or half done. She gave him a full-body kiss that threatened to undo him the longer it lasted.
Gavin yanked his head back and leaned his forehead against hers, trying to regain his control. Right now, his body screamed at him to satisfy his needs by sinking inside her. She’d be hot, tight, wet.
But his brain warned him to slow down. To not rush or scare her, because they had so much more to share.
And his heart…the damn thing did nothing but race in his chest and ache for a woman he still barely knew. Except he felt like he knew everything about her. Which made no sense.
He pulled back and met her gaze. She seemed as bewildered and turned on as he was.
He had to do something, or he feared listening all too well to his baser instincts.
“So no sex tonight, right?” His thick voice attested to his desire. “Bending you over the couch is a no-no?”
She blinked, blushed, and scowled. Instead of berating him for being crude, she yanked him back for a kiss that about blew his mind—and his balls clean off. “Nope. Not even close.”
She was breathing hard, her eyes straying to his mouth time and again, her hands still clutching his sweater. She stroked his chest, brushing her hands over his tight nipples.
“Not even close,” he agreed. “Not thinking about it at all.”
“Not at all.”
And they both knew they were lying.
