I cleaned it within an inch of its life today. “Sure. Not much to it. Two bedrooms, one bath.”
When he reenters the living room, he sits on my sofa, then smiles at me. I’m still in my kitchen. I think I’m using it as some sort of protective shield. “Can I get you a drink? I’ve got beer…”
“Nah. Driving. Precious cargo.” He winks at me.
“Right.”
“Come ‘ere, Prudence.”
Oh boy. I walk around the small wall and enter the living room. I approach him slowly like he’s some sort of wild animal that I need to fear.
He sort of is.
He pats his knee. Uh. He wants me to sit on his lap? I don’t think so.
When he does it again, I frown.
“Come ‘ere, woman.”
I step closer. When I’m a foot away from him, Nate holds his hand out for me to take. I do it. Tugging me closer until I’m standing between his open legs, he pats his knee again. “Have a seat, Prudence.”
“I’m too heavy.”
“Bullshit.”
Okay. I draw out the word a little in my head. I guess I’ll have to prove my point. I sit, gingerly, so as not to break any bones. When I’m seated, he wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me closer. Now my shoulder is against his upper arm, and I’m stiff as a board.
“What’s with the nerves?”
Crud. He can tell I’m nervous? Great. “That’s just me.”
“No. It’s not. You’re feisty and strong. This tentative shit is for the birds.”
I’m feisty and strong? Interesting.
“Give me a kiss, honey.”
Why is ‘honey’ growing on me? “You want me to kiss you?”
“Yeah. I do. That’ll ease your tension and set the stage for the evening.”
I’m not sure what that means, and I’m not going to ask. Maybe he’s right. Getting past this part is probably what I need. I move closer. When our lips are a breath apart, I touch mine to his. Pulling back, I’m still staring at his smooth cheeks and chin.
“Now. Do that again. I ain’t your grandpa. Kiss me like you mean it.”
“You’re so bossy.” He is. And grandpa? I giggle. “Fine.” Leaning in, I press my mouth to his just as one of his hands finds its way into my hair. I feel my head being adjusted and his tongue sweeping into my mouth. Not going to lie, I don’t hate it. He knows what he’s doing. I lean into the kiss, causing my body to relax and move closer. I can feel his hard-on on my hip. I like knowing I’m doing that to him.
I place my palm on his chest and am amazed at how firm it is. I bet he’s got a great body beneath his Vicious Cycle tee. Tonight, it’s a deep maroon color. It’s probably my favorite one thus far.
Nate’s the one to pull back first. My mouth follows, seeking more. He chuckles softly. “Feel better?”
You know what? I do. I nod. Except… “Still nervous about the motorcycle.”
His hand sweeps up and moves a few strands of hair away from my face. “We’ll drive around the block. See what you think.”
“All right.”
Patting my bottom, he adds, “Up, up. Let’s hit the road.”
