I gently bring one hand up, the other still around his waist, and lower his arm.
“Enough that my cock is begging for a private performance!”
“Oh god, kill me now,” he says.
I laugh. “Not before you finish the popcorn. I need my snacks!”
A mock gasp escapes him. “Do you have a snack addiction?”
“Maybe, but if I didn’t, then you would never learn the best snack concoction that there ever was.”
“Oh no, we can't have that. I signed up to be the official taste tester and I take my job very seriously.”
Jesus! I just can’t with him.
My overwhelming desire for him intensifies with each passing moment. The need becomes too great and my lips capture him in the kinda kiss you savor. Slow and sensual.
He lets my tongue sweep in and I get my own delicious taste test.
“So do I,” I pull back and whisper next to his ear. His cheeks turn a sexy shade of red.
I squeeze Spencer’s waist as I move past him to take the popcorn out of the microwave. The dazed look on his face is enough to make me want to do that again and again. But first, snacks.Yes, I have a small addiction to snack foods.Salty, sweet, savory, it doesn’t matter. If I’m watching a movie and it’s in front of me, I’ll devour it.
“Do you have a bowl?” I ask.
“What? Oh, right… Yes, bowl,” he says, blinking, and I can’t help but chuckle.
He reaches up to grab a bowl and again I get to see that sexy sliver of skin. I make a mental note to run my lips over that skin the next time I get to explore his body.Next time? Oh, who the fuck am I kidding, yes, next time!
I should take time to really think about the consequences of what we are doing, but I just want to spend time with him. He is a calm I have never felt before.
He hands me the giant bowl. I manage to open the steaming hot bag of popcorn without burning my fingertips and dump it in the bowl.
“Can you pass me that box sitting on the counter?” I say, motioning to the movie sized candy box I placed on the counter when I came in.
“Goobers?” He says to me with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, Goobers! Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it… Now the secret is in the pour.”
I open the box and hold it high above the bowl before I tip it over. “Ta-daa!”
“Wow, that seemsreallycomplicated. Do you have that written down somewhere, or?”
Pointing to my brain, “Nah, I keep that shit locked up tight.”
I lean in and give him another peck on the lips. “Now, are you gonna show me this Doctor of yours?”
“In due time,” he says with a wink. “Would you like more wine?”
I don’t want to get wasted, so I limit myself to one more glass. “Sure, thank you.”
Spencer gets another bottle out of the fridge, while I go over and get swallowed by the couch.
“Where did you get this couch, it’s like a giant hug?” I ask when he walks back into the living room.
“I have no idea. My mom picked it up at an estate sale. And I would watch out, every once in a while it turns into more of a giant, creepy uncle hug, where it holds you for a few seconds too long and you have to fight your way out.” I laugh.
Spencer is funny. Nobody would classify me as funny, but Spencer makes it easy enough to play off of it. It’s not like there has been a lot of laughter in my life, so feeling free enough to laugh? Well, I like it.
