It was light at first, as his beard tickled my face. Then his hand sifted into my hair, and he pulled me in closer as he deepened the kiss. I felt shivers run through my whole body as I tasted his coffee on my lips and tongue.
I moaned, causing him to release my lips and pull back. I immediately felt gloomy and mourned his lips leaving.
Finally opening my eyes, I caught him staring. His expression was different—focused, almost speculative—and the weight of it made me squirm.
“What?” I asked. “Do I have something on my face again?”
I knew I wasn’t much to look at in my ugly pajamas, glasses, and hair that would scare small children, but the way he looked at me felt like more than a casual notice.
“No,” he said, though I wasn’t sure I believed him. His gaze didn’t falter, only grew sharper, and when I shifted uncomfortably, his arms tightened around me.
“Well, Hector, you’re staring so hard, it’s kind of difficult not to feel self-conscious,” I pointed out.
His mouth curved, but his voice was rough. “Iris, you walked in here with totally fuckable hair and your nipples peeking through your shirt. You have no idea how much of a temptation you are right now.”
I blinked, completely at a loss for words.
He leaned closer, voice low. “Ever since I was a teenage boy and discovered the joys of masturbation, I conjured images of my ideal woman. Every single one of those images looked exactly like the woman in front of me right now. I just need a moment to take this in. My dream woman is right in front of me.”
Holy crap…Did he just say that?
“Tell me to stop, Iris,” he said, and I could see the battle he was fighting internally with himself.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I told him, taking my hands and running them up over his chest, hoping to pull the top open a little more so I could see some chest hair. “I want you to kiss me, Hector. Kiss me again.”
I slid my hands up higher, looping my arms around his neck and pulling his head down closer to mine. And that was the straw that broke the sexy camel’s back.
His lips crashed onto mine, claiming them.
I opened my lips slightly, giving him my not-so-subtle permission to slide his tongue in…and he did. His tongue swirled in tandem with mine, letting me taste the coffee he’d just drunk while inhaling his natural scent of pine and clean laundry.
His hands slid down over my ass, and he squeezed tight as he pulled me impossibly closer. I felt his length harden against my stomach.
Brrrrrring. Brrrrring. Brrrrring.
My alarm startled me out of the kissing haze Hector had put me in.
“Sorry!” I scrambled to grab my phone off the counter and turn the alarm off. “I set that so I didn’t run late getting into the shower before we had to leave.”
I turned back to Hector, seeing he was now two steps back with his hands on his hips.
“Go get in the shower,” he said. It wasn’t mean, but it was clear that this wonderful make-out session was over.
I didn’t feel the same. “You could join me,” I said, taking two steps forward and poking the bear. “Want to?”
“Yes,” he replied, but he didn’t move an inch. “But the first time I’m inside you, I want to take my time. I need hours, and we don’t have that right now.”
Hours?My breathing started to pick up as I pictured spending hours with Hector…naked…his hands all over me…and his mouth. Yeah, I wanted to take my time with him too.
“Okay,” I grumbled, not really wanting to delay this, but I understood.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, which once again brought me back to my X-rated thoughts.
Oh, the thoughts I had right now.
“Iris,” he said, startling me back into the here and now. “How long is your sister staying?”
I stared at him, wondering why he’d asked. “Umm…she, uh…leaves tomorrow afternoon.”
