When I went to pull away, he gripped my shirt and pulled me in for another kiss as he groaned into my mouth.
Part of me had wondered what I would do if given the chance to kiss him again, and it turned out that I needn’t have worried. My hands went to his hips, and I pulled him against me as I deepened the connection. This time, when my tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, he opened for me, sliding his tongue along mine.
Like home.
We kissed until our atoms became one. Until new civilizations emerged and world peace had been achieved.
When we finally pulled away from each other, he had a glazed quality to his smile that I wanted to capture in paint or clay or, fuck, pasta shapes glued to cardboard.
“Damn. I was not expecting that,” he said, his chest rising rapidly, his lips red and slick.
I grimaced. “Hopefully it’s a good surprise.”
“It is. But . . . You seem nervous,” he said, placing his hand on my chest. I was still shaking and my heart . . . yeah, it was pounding.
“I’m scared out of my mind,” I admitted breathlessly.
“And you still wanted to kiss me?”
“It’s all I’ve been able to think about. For weeks.”
“Me too.”
We fell into another kiss, this one a little more heated, a little more desperate. I wrapped my arms around him, shifting my hips. Even though I was hoping for it, the feel of his hard cock against mine was a shock.
I pulled back, sucking oxygen.
“Too much?” Sky asked, his beautiful face full of worry and understanding.
“No. Just . . . surprising.”
“What, that you could turn me on?”
“Kinda?”
Sky reached up and pulled my hat from my head, setting it on the hood of his car. I didn’t even care that it was set the wrong way. He delicately ran his fingers through my hat hair, smiling as he did. “You turn me on more than any boyfriend, date, or sugar daddy ever has, cowboy. You’ve got these faded blue eyes and this smile that you don’t show hardly to anyone, and you love your son and take care of your people. Of course you turn me on.”
“Didn’t think anyone paid attention to those things,” I said, finding it difficult to keep eye contact.
“Well, I do.”
His hand went to my face and the look in his eyes made my head tumble out into the great, wide expanse of space. Forget world peace. Aliens from nearby star systems were already lining up to learn his magical ways. We leaned in for more kisses and I forgot to breathe. Finally, I pulled away to suck in some air.
“Wanna come inside, maybe get a little more comfortable with each other?” Sky suggested.
I nodded, then followed him like a puppy up the front porch steps and into the tiny cabin. Once we were tucked inside, away from the world, he turned to me. “Now, we don’t have to do anything, I just thought you’d like the privacy?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, pressing him against the door. Now that I knew the taste of him, I couldn’t get enough. I wrapped him up in my arms and drowned in the feel of him, squashed up against me so close you couldn’t fit a piece of paper between us.
I kissed him deep and slow, dreamlike.
“Jesus, cowboy,” he said the next time we came up for air. “You are one helluva kisser.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His expression was thoughtful. “Would you be interested in more than kissing?”
My brain went back to everything I’d been imagining. “You have no idea.”
