“Want coffee?” I ask, going to the door.
Maybe I sashay my hips a little bit, who knows?
The corner of his mouth jerks up. “Yeah, I’d take it. What’s today?”
“Sunday.”
“So no work then.”
“No work,” I say, slipping into the hall. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll blow you later.”
There’s a soft groan from the bedroom that tells me I made the right call by getting out of bed. I want him to be honest, vulnerable with me, but I also want to give him a taste of what a normal hookup feels like. Not everything has to be heavy just because he had a rough time of it.
It sounds like he’s been carrying the accident on his shoulders for so long that talking about it is turning him…almost robotic. He needs to feel life, simple happiness, for a little while.
I take down two coffee mugs and start the machine. By the time he comes around the corner in his sweats, I have two hot cups waiting by the stove.
“You’re looking good,” he says.
I lift myself onto the counter, swinging my legs, giving him come-hither eyes. He does, leaning between my knees with his hands on the counter. He’s got strong, square hands. Now I know they’ve been laborer hands for a long time. The worn tips of his fingers have seen things I never will.
I look up, and he’s so close, our noses brush. My eyes shut, and he kisses me, coaxing me to open for him. I’m so warm, my toes are curling. Little golden trails of heat move through myveins, popping like distant fireworks in the back of my brain. I’ve never met anyone who turned me on like this—every second he’s touching me feels like waking up on Christmas morning.
We break apart. He slides his hand between my cheek and my hair, worn palm cradling my jaw.
“Maybe this is kinda forward…but I’m gonna say it,” he says.
I nod, speechless.
“I’d like to keep seeing you, Janie,” he says in that rough drawl of his. “But I don’t know what that looks like. If you’re interested, I’m happy to try it long distance.”
Without thinking, my mouth opens and words tumble out.
“I’m working remotely for a while,” I say.
His brows rise. “Really?”
“Yeah, I’m feeling homesick. I didn’t realize it until I got out here, but I’m going to make sure it’s fine with my company and my parents. I do live in their house.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up. “They’re not gonna say no.”
“I know, but…I’m twenty-four, so I’d better ask.”
The corner of his mouth rises, and he dips in to kiss me again. Slow, soft, sensuous. He’s got a talent for it. Maybe it fits in with his unhurried attitude about anything and everything. With other things, that might be an annoying trait, but with kissing, it’s pretty damn incredible.
I pull back. “Want to have coffee on the porch then?”
He leans in, nipping the side of my neck. God, that burns me right up.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” he drawls.
He steps back, and my eyes drop. The most delicious shudder goes through me, to the soles of my feet. Through his gray sweats sits the clear outline of him, halfway hard. I cock my head, glancing between the coffee and his erection, unsure which one I want first. That’s when I know I must be pretty smitten, because I choose his dick.
I sink to my knees, and he startles back, then stops himself. It takes a second for him to realize what’s going on, but he’s flying at full mast the second he realizes. His lids drop with desire. One hand slides down the back of my head and lightly brushes through my hair.
Taking the waistband of his pants, I pull it down and release the heavy length of his cock. Last night, he saw plenty of me, and I touched just as much of him, but I wasn’t looking right at it.
It’s very, very nice.
