My jaw drops so fast I worry it might stay there permanently. “My friend, actually. She’s an artist masquerading as an astrophysicist.”
He grins, flashing his dimples at me. I want to stick my tongue in them, to taste the little divots. That’s probably a weird thing to think about, but I can’t help it. He’s so cute like this. I did that. I made him happy. Well, my friend did, but through art that I appreciate.
“You can tell. It’s very accurate.”
“Except for the squids?”
He shrugs. “You never know. Weirder things have happened.”
I desperately want to know what kind of weird things he’s seen that would fall into that category, but he takes a fewsteps toward me, moving into my space, and suddenly, I can’t remember what we were talking about.
“So, did you have something in mind when you invited me over, or was it just to show me your squids?”
The dirty joke is right there, on the tip of my tongue, when Aaron leans in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I gasp, not having anticipated him going straight for the kill. I have to grab his waist to steady myself, afraid my knees might give out. I’d still been working up the courage to make the first move. Instead, he’s taken control of the situation.
Fuck if that doesn’t melt my insides. There’s always so much going on in my head, making it hard to focus on the things I really want to say. Instead, I end up talking about squids in space.
Aaron runs his thumb against my jaw, and I open for him. That first moment when his tongue hits mine sends a bolt down my spine. Fuck he’s a good kisser.
As our tongues tangle together, I pull him closer, trying to get as much of our bodies touching as possible. I moan as Aaron runs his hands through my hair, tugging gently. At this point, all I can do is hold on. I grab hold of his waistband, using it to pull him toward me and steady myself at the same time. I don’t know that I’ve ever enjoyed kissing this much. When he pulls away, I chase after him, gasping and desperate for more.
“Bedroom?”
“This way.” Probably a good idea. A bed will make all of this a lot easier. I don’t bother with direction, opting instead to grab his hand and lead him down the short hall.
It’s… messy. As soon as I step in, I start grabbing at the dirty clothes littering the ground.
“Hey.” I drop the pair of joggers I’m holding when Aaron grabs my arm. “Come to bed.” His voice is gentle. “You can pick those up later, as well as the ones you’re wearing.”
I didn’t know it was possible to make cleaning sound sexy, but Aaron has somehow managed to make me look forward to doing my laundry. A lot of people would be willing to give him an award for that, including me.
A gentle tug of my hand pulls me back from my thoughts and toward my unmade bed. Oh well, we’re going to mess it up anyway. At least I hope so.
I’m not sure which one of us falls onto the mattress first, both of us eager to get back to making out. It’s so much better on a flat surface, with Aaron pressing me into the bed. “Can I take this off?” He tugs at the hem of my shirt.
“Yeah.” I don’t wait for him to carry out that plan. Instead, the minute he moves to give me space, I start stripping off all my clothes.
“Eager?” Half-naked, I look up to find Aaron staring at me, a glimmer in his eye.Shit. “No, don’t stop. I like it. Is it okay if I take mine off, too?”
I mean, does anyone ever say no to that? I hold myself back from sayingfuck yeah, but just barely. “Go for it.”
He must be eager, too, because in a matter of seconds, both of us are naked on my bed. It’s one of those moments that’s often awkward, both parties realizing they didn’t have a plan of what to do beyond this point.
Except Aaron manages to push me down and crawl back into position smoothly. “Now, where were we?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t expect an answer to that question. Instead, he picks up where we left off in the living room, kissing me like it’s his job. I wish it was. Though it would keep me from doing all the things I’m supposed to be doing for work.
“Hey,” he says, tilting my head back with his thumb on my jaw. “You still with me?”
He’s staring at me, his brown eyes full of concern.
“Sorry.” Leave it to me to ruin a hook-up with my wandering mind.
“Are you okay?” As he pulls back, I reach for him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to take a break? Or stop?”
My chest swells at the care he’s taking. How this man is single is beyond me. “I’m good. Just thinking.”
“Something good?”
