“That sounds hot.”
“Would…?” I swallow. “Would you like to?”
Addy raises his eyebrows. “Now?”
“No!” I can’t think of anything worse than fooling about on the sofa in my brother’s living room. “But sometime. Soon.”
Addy strokes his knuckles over my cheek and stares into my eyes. “Yes. You know, we could get a taxi home. I can come back in the morning to collect the van.”
“Go home and…?”
“Fool around.” He kisses me. “Show each other our orgasm faces again.”
I laugh. “I do like your orgasm face.”
“We could leave a note so no one worries in the morning.”
“You realise they’ll knowwhywe went home, don’t you?”
“They can think what they want. I don’t care, do you?”
I shrug. “You’ll be the one coming back to collect your van. I’ll be at the shop.”
“I won’t come inside.”
“Fair.”
“Let’s go home,” Addy suggests again.
“I’d love to.”
* * *
The moment our coats and shoes are off, Addy presses me against the wall and kisses me. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, so he doesn’t have to stoop. I stroke his hair and nape as we kiss, getting more turned on by the second. We’ve done alotof kissing over the last couple of weeks, but each one seems better than the last and makes my heart flutter a bit more. It’s like every kiss makes me fall more in love with Addy.
“This is sexy,” I whisper between heated kisses.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
Addy kisses my neck and thrusts his groin against mine. Even through jeans, I can feel his erection pressing against mine. I gasp and enjoy the sensation of his warm lips on my throat, the scrape of his beard, and the hardness of his cock.
“You’re going to make me come in my pants,” I say around a lusty chuckle. I scrape my nails lightly over his T-shirt. “Weren’t we going to…?” I gasp again. “Experiment?”
“Yes. Hold on.”
I don’t let go as he carries me through to his bedroom and lays me on the bed. He leans over me, kissing me as we help each other undress. We’ve got better at this dance, although there’s still some clumsiness. Soon we’re naked, and Addy is draped over me as we kiss.
“How does it work?” Addy asks.
“Thrust between my legs, or I’ll thrust between yours. Max said to use lube.”
“Lube, got it.”
Addy rolls away and grabs some lube from his bedside drawer. Then he comes back to lie beside me. He holds the bottle of lube between us, and for a few awkward moments, neither of us says or does anything. We look at each other, then at the lube bottle, and then at each other again.
“Which way?” Addy asks.
