“Remotes need bells,” I mutter, skin heating as the sounds get louder. From both characters on the screen. “Since when is full on sex allowed in movies on American TV?”
He huffs, shifting to reach under the pillows between us. It’s a particularly long moan from the guy that makes my blood burn and my dick fill. I shudder, the sensation moving down my body in a wave. The girl’s sounds do nothing for me except that they’re sexy sounds right now and that alone, especially when I’m not watching the female bits, has a way of heightening the mood.
I twist, ready to get off the bed and manually turn off the television, when our shoulders bump together. Caulder’s head shifts at the same time mine does and we’re staring at each other. Inches apart, so I can feel his breath on my lips.
He swallows. Eyes dropping. Before I can think better of it, I lean forward and press my mouth to his.
CHAPTER 5
CAULDER
Everythingin my body seizes up when Lo’s mouth touches mine. I freeze, eyes wide, lips barely parted as his press against mine.
Ohmigod. OHMIGOD!
When I don’t respond, Lo backs up. Not a lot, but there’s a breath of space between us now. I suck in a shaky breath as my head spins. I don’t want him tostopkissing me. I just don’t want him to kiss me, either. He’ll see through all the lies if he kisses me.
His fingers gently feather across my cheek and a phantom breeze has me swaying forward so our mouths touch again. This time, Lo truly kisses me. It’s not just our mouths touching. Resting against each other.
This time, his lips mold to mine. Move against mine. His fingers become a little bolder, advancing from feather-soft to gentle as they trail my jaw toward my hairline.
I think I’m mostly rigid at first. Unsure what to do. Ican’tdo this and yet… I don’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. My mind wars back and forth, which I know is making me truly suck at this. Lo is doing all the work right now.
Pulling away an inch, I take a deep breath, hold it in my lungs until they burn, and let it out.
“Caulder—”
Before he can finish whatever he’s about to say, I kiss him for real.For real, for real. Which makes Lo bolder, and his hand finally moves to the back of my head and grips me tightly. Angling my face how he wants me.
I try to keep up. Try to mimic what he’s doing. Does he know I don’t know how to do this? Does he think I’m a bad kisser? I must be doing okay, since he doesn’t stop kissing me.
Lo coaxes me down onto the bed so we’re laying on our sides facing each other, mouths never parting. His hand on the back of my head trades out with the one now under my head as he keeps me right how he wants me.
His other goes back to tracing my jaw. Then the length of my neck and down to the hollow between my collarbones. I shiver under his touch. His fingers leave behind a trail of tingles and gooseflesh.
He moves closer, shrinking the distance between our bodies. The way his hand moves on me feels almost lethargic. Hypnotic. Relaxing. It trails back up my neck until he hooks my chin with his thumb and gently pulls my mouth open wider.
And that’s when he really begins to kiss me. With tongue and teeth. Wet and sloppy. I can taste his toothpaste and the barest hint of alcohol. Or is that all from me?
When my arm brushes his chest, I realize I’m gripping the sheets between us tightly as he leans in closer. Stealing my breath and my will to do anything but kiss him. Does he know he’s teaching me? That I’m fighting to concentrate on his mouth while his hand along my neck is distracting me?
Our kisses feel almost lazy and sluggish. Like we’re just kissing. Just tasting each other. His fingers on me feel the same. He doesn’t move past my collarbone as he traces over every part of me that he can above that point—my cheekbones, my eyelids,the shape of my nose, my eyebrows, the shape of my eyes, every single inch of my neck. Into my hair and around my ears.
It’s intoxicating. I feel like he’s somehow drugging me. Making me both hyper aware of and numb to his touch. It’s like I can feel his hand in multiple places and yet, I’m not quite so aware of his hand on me either.
Everything changes when Lo alters something about his kiss. I’m not sure what it is, except the angle of my head somehow moves and I feel his kiss throughout my body. I moan.
My moan makes his kiss more heated, and I spend a few seconds trying to figure out how it’s changed. It’s not like he’s kissing me much differently. But somehow,it feelsdifferent. It feels sexy now. Hot. My blood is beginning to burn.
My dick, once feeling forgotten, is now very aware of how close we are. Of his hand on me. Images of his mouth around my dick, sucking my head like he is my tongue, make me moan again. My cock grows in my underwear, and I try to shift my body away a little so he doesn’t feel it.
Inappropriate!
Although, is there a more appropriate time to get hard than when you’re in bed with someone? Kissing them. Both almost entirely naked.
His finger moves down my arm, along the length of my forearm and to my fingers gripping the sheets with white knuckles. I’m not sure what he’s doing at first until I realize he wants me to let go. But I’m not sure if I want to. My grip is keeping me grounded. Anchored. If I let go, I might just lose my mind.
But I let go when he continues to rub my fingers. Maybe he’s trying to soothe me. That’s kind of what it feels like. Trying to make me comfortable during this moment.
