He grins. “Good call.”
“Hey, so who’s the Van Doren with a real estate license? Whose office am I in?”
“Rome.”
He doesn’t expand until I shove him. “Who the hell is that?”
Voss laughs. “Let’s see if you can keep up. Ready?” I nod. “Dad’s father is Grandpa Weston. Grandpa Weston’s mother is Great Gran Poppy. She had ten siblings, one of whom is Rome the First. His great-grandson, Rome the Fourth, is the current real estate mogul.”
“That’s not as complicated as you made it sound.”
“That’s because you only needed to know one name—Rome. Rome had eight kids, but it’s the responsibility of those who carry on the Rome Van Doren name who run the real estate business.”
“They’re never in the office,” I point out.
“Nah. Rome the Fourth lives in northern Oregon.”
“Well, that’s better than here.”
“You say that, but I love our home here.”
I glance around, and yeah, I guess. It’s amazing. Breathtaking. But not mine. I’m temporary.
Voss grips my chin and pulls my face to his. My breath is already stuttering before his mouth lands on mine. Since that first time, he’s kissed me many times over the last couple of weeks. I enjoy the give and take, where sometimes he dictates our kisses, and other times I control it.
It’s not just about control, though. I like the way he kisses. It’s not sloppy or incredibly wet, even with his tongue in my mouth. No matter how, uh…deepour kisses become. When it ends, I never feel like he slobbered all over me.
Unlike our past kisses, he leans in closer to me, and his hand lands on my thigh. I’m a little startled when my dick takes notice of his hand’s proximity to it. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that I’m asexual and aromantic, but that isn’t entirely relevant right now.
But if I’m asexual like I’ve recently come to believe about myself, what is this fuckingzingshooting through me at his touch?
My body breaks out in chills—down my arms and over my thighs as Voss crowds my space, forcing me to lie backward. I do, maybe out of confusion, but also because I’m feeling a little breathless.
His body comes down on mine. Not squarely, but still with enough weight that I feel pinned. Not in a bad way, though. There’s something strangely arousing about him being on top of me like this, too.
“You okay?” Voss asks, taking his mouth from my lips and moving it along my jaw and down to my neck.
Fuck, why do I feel so… squirmy? What is my dick doing?
“Yes?”
He chuckles. Even that deep, husky sound does something to me.
“Are you sure? You feel a little tense.”
Am I? I close my eyes and try to take a complete inventory of my body. There have been times when I was a teenager when I kept trying to get in the mood with various people. Mostly girls, but in college, I tried on a guy or two.
Well, Itriedto try them on. I was never into it.
In fact, this feeling of need is so unfamiliar, it’s also startling. I’m not surprised that I feel tense.
“Brek.”
I open my eyes and meet Voss’ stare.
“We don’t have to do anything at all. You know that, right?”
“Yes, thanks.”
