When he leans back to grab the strips, I work my jaw and drag in a shaky breath.
God, my face isthrobbing.
Aching.
Pulsing.
“Can you … maybe sit?”
Blinking through the fog, I nod and drop to the bench set between the lockers next to us. He doesn’t hesitate to walk right between my knees. Leans in close as if my state of undress does nothing to faze him.
So close that I could count the flecks of yellow in his eyes. Smell the mint on his breath. Trace each freckle across his nose with my own.
I hold my breath.
“Okay. Do I just …” He pinches my cheekbone and my eye twitches. “And then do this.” He presses on one side and my jaw grits.God, that hurts so bad. “Then …” There’s pressure at the bottom of the cut, a tug of skin as he pulls and secures the second half of the strip to my face. “These are small.”
Grunting when he rips open a second pack, I don’t even bother stopping my reach. It’s too natural to ignore the urge to place my hands on his hips. Curl my fingers into the fabric just enough that he knows I’m there.
He doesn’t even flinch.
There’s a slight pause, but then he’s pinching my cheek again and taping me back together.
I never would have thought I’d need him to after the state we met in. I’m supposed to be the one helping him, not the other way around, but I have to admit …
I like that he is.
Am I …?
“Will this one fall off like the other one?”
“Eventually,” I rasp and tilt my chin up to look at him fully.
His sight flicks to mine. “I did good.”
My heart thumps so hard in my chest, I’d swear he heard it when the corner of his lips tip up the tiniest bit andfuck, I want to kiss him.
I want his lips on mine. His ass in my lap. His arms around my shoulders.
Our cocks rubbing together.
“Yeah,” I croak out, my fingers wandering just beneath the hem of his hoodie. When I touch smooth peach fuzz on his lower back, I groan. Attempt to cover it with a clearing of my throat. “You did good, bub.”
His finger smooths over the strip so gently, so tenderly, that my stomach flips and my cock jumps at the same time.
But when his hands settle on my shoulders? His fingers curling into the muscle?
“Em,” I breathe out with my stomach in my throat and my cock stiffening against my thigh. “Please kiss me.”
That tilt in his lips digs just a little bit deeper and I stop breathing as he leans down, his mouth ghosting over mine.
My entire body breaks out in a chill that raises my skin when his lips press to mine and I grab him, pulling his chest flush to mine. His gasp is all mint and opportunity that opens him up just enough for me to swipe my tongue along his. It’s silky smooth and I immediately want more.
So much more.
I shove my hands up under the fabric of his—my—hoodie and flatten them over his back that’s …
Raised?
