That got him to lift his gaze, nostrils flaring.
Okay, okay. I’d been the chosen one. My job was done.
If he wanted to do it again… for practice, he would say something, wouldn’t he?
Wouldn’t he?
Since he didn’t tell me to come back, and he hadn’t found something else to focus on…
I had to get it together. Change the subject so I could think about something other than the way his tongue felt in my mouth, like he hadn’t minded at all. Like he’d actually enjoyed it. Like I hadn’t heard his faint groan.
But I couldn’t think about that anymore.
Not able to handle being the center of his focus, I zeroed in on that big hand, on the nice fingers stretched wide. I started poking at the sides of his palm. They felt normal. There was nothing about them that seemed all that different. When he didn’t move away, I started squeezing the sides of each finger.
He let me.
“So.” I tapped at the fingernail of his index finger before moving on to the middle one, pretending like my voice wasn’t all high and breathy and we hadn’t just been making out and my nipples weren’t hard. I knew he had to be aware I was turned on, but what was I going to do about it? I cleared my throat. I focused. “Do you wear your not-a-costume around the house, or do you change into it every time you need to bounce?”
His dry laugh made me glance up. He was smiling that faint little smile.
I smiled back weakly, still thinking about his tongue.
“I change into it. It only takes a second.”
I went back to messing with his fingers. He had just a little patch of hair by the first knuckle of each one. I grazed the pad of my finger over it. “I never did understand how you squeeze in and out of that thing. It was falling off you when we met. Is there a zipper hidden somewhere?”
Alex snickered. “No zipper.” He paused. “I’ll show you one day.”
I snapped my head up. “Really?”
“The things you get excited over….” The corner of his mouth curled. “Yeah, I’ll show you.”
I just wanted to mess with him. “Can I try it on?”
That got the reaction I wanted. He laughed. He straight fucking laughed.
“Yeah, it’d probably be too big for me,” I joked.
“You’re annoying.”
I focused back on his knuckles and started trailing my finger over each ridge. One little mountain after the other. “Spoiler alert: I don’t think you think I’m really that annoying.”
He didn’t say anything.
I peeked up self-consciously.
And that’s when he curled the hand I’d been messing with under my chin, drew my face up, and brushed that mouth over mine.
Alex kissed me some more.
And my heart, it took off long jumping that time.
Maybe it meant nothing. Maybe this was just two people who both liked affection. Two people who hadn’t allowed ourselves to grow attached to others. Two horny virgins.
Or maybe it was something else.
I didn’t know, but I would take what I could get.
