“I’ve been dying to revisit that kiss from last night. I don’t want to cross lines, but… would it be okay if…” He trailed off, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
“I’ve been wondering when we might get around to that.”
I gently tugged his hand, urging him into my space. Kobe didn’t need much encouragement. Our foreheads came together with a light clunk, and we both laughed.
Then, his soft lips connected with mine. My brain and all its tumultuous thoughts shut off, which I needed. Thinking was my downfall. Thinking sent me spiraling into a dark pit I wanted to avoid.
I liked Kobe. More importantly, I liked how Kobe made me feel.
Rejuvenated.
Alive.
His tongue grazed the seam of my lips, and I granted him entrance, revisiting all we’d shared the previous night in a warmer environment with no time limit. No cold noses. No scent of death lingering in the air.
Releasing his hand, I threaded my fingers through his untamed hair, bringing him closer still. His reluctance to push boundaries remained, and I knew every step forward would have to be initiated by me, or it wouldn’t happen.
Every cell in my body awoke. My skin tingled. My pulse spiked. The shattered pieces of my heart fused, and a new, desperate rhythm sent my blood racing through my body.
Kobe’s heat, his touch, the sweet essence of his flavor on my tongue enveloped me, and I wanted more. Everything.
“You taste good,” I said against his mouth. “I could do this for hours.”
“Days. Can I touch you?”
I nodded, shifting on the couch so he could more easily position himself between my thighs. With deft fingers, he undid the rest of the buttons on my shirt. The searing press of his palm against my ribs burned pleasantly, igniting a fire in my core and sending tendrils of pleasure south. I ached with a need that had been long suppressed.
The hot glide of his hand over my skin made me shiver. Fumbling with nerves and excitement, I managed to free him from his shirt, discarding it on the floor. Half reclined on the couch with Kobe hovering over me, I pulled back an inch to examine the breadth of his shoulders and his heaving chest, lightly dusted with hair.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine, Kobe. Stop worrying.”
“I just—”
“I know.” I pulled him back into a kiss.
Somehow, we ended up lengthwise, him on top, me at his mercy.
I explored what I could of his half-naked body, skating my fingers over every ridge and valley of his chest before slipping my hands around his waist and tracing the contours of his spine and back. He arched into my touch, his muscles rolling and tensing, flexing and releasing.
Our teeth clacked as the kiss grew more frenzied, and Kobe made a hungry noise in his throat. “We should stop,” he muttered against my mouth.
“Why?”
“Because if we don’t now, I might not be able to.”
“Such a travesty.” I undid the button on his pants and lowered the zipper.
Kobe cursed and growled as I dragged the back of my fingers over his steely erection nestled in cotton underwear.
Quaking, he pulled from the kiss again. “Fuck, Doc. You’re killing me.”
I peered between our bodies, licking my lips and admiring the hard length of his cock. The fabric at his tip was already damp with precum. I traced a thumb over the stain, and Kobe hissed.
Needing better access, I tugged his pants over his ass and shoved them down his legs.
Kobe hastily kicked them off. I left his underwear in place—for now—and freely palmed his erection, encouraging more uncontrollable shudders and more guttural noises.
