Page 72 of Dirty

He stood. “Sure.”

We went inside and sat down on the couch. As he relaxed into the cushion, he let out a sigh and draped his arms over the back of the couch. Before he had a chance to do or say anything, I straddled his thighs.

He seemed shocked. I felt, at least for that moment, that I was in control. I rested my arms over his shoulders and smiled.

Then, I closed my eyes. “Kiss me.”

Softly and slowly, he complied, kissing me full on the lips. I returned the kiss, being slightly more aggressive than he was.

I needed to find my new limit.

His fingers raked through my hair as we kissed. Soon, my hands were plastered all over his body, attempting to feel each and every inch of his muscular physique.

His arms felt like steel beneath my grip, and his chest, stone. I slipped my hand beneath his shirt, and lightly rubbed the tips of my fingers along the surface of his stomach muscles.

I felt his finger trace along the edge of my jaw, around my chin, and up the other side. Having him touch my face while we kissed was comforting and sensual at the same time, and the combined feeling drove me insane.

I continued to kiss him, anxiously waiting to see what was next. The sensation from his touch gently followed a path along my neck, to my shoulders, and then the length of my arm.

I ground my hips against him lightly as we continued to kiss. When I finally reached a point that I knew I couldn’t go any further without having sex, I stopped and opened my eyes.

He smiled.

I kissed him lightly and smiled in return.

“You make me comfortable,” I said.

“You make me nervous,” he replied.

“I feel like I’m fourteen.”

He kissed me. “I feel like I’m in heaven.”

“Me, too.”

I rolled to the side, took a deep breath, and then sighed.

He stood. “Want something to drink?”

“Coffee?”

He nodded. “Coffee sounds good.”

“It’ll just take a second,” he said. “I’ve got one of those machines with the pods.”

“Okay.”

“Cream and sugar?”

“Please.”

While he was away I closed my eyes and tried to count the number of days since we had kissed the first time, but quickly became lost. Then, I tried to count the amount of times we had kissed. Again, in a matter of seconds, I was convinced I was forgetting something.

“Here,” he said.

I opened my eyes and reached for the cup. “Thank you.”

He nodded and sat beside me.