Page 45 of A Stealthy Situation

His lips part, and fuck, they’re pink. Kinda pouty, actually, which isn’t something I’d think about a guy as cynical and cocky as him. Benny’s face is a mix of contradictions. Soft cheeks, hard jaw, slender nose, intense, suspicious eyes. He’s vulnerable and shrewd. Sweet and dangerous.

The nerves in my gut give a kick, and I move without thinking.

My mouth slams down over his.

I hold my breath.

Feel his soft lips under mine.

Wait for discomfort or indifference to hit, but instead, it’s like all the blood rushes from my feet to my head.

I pull back with a gasp. “Holy fuck.”

Benny’s eyes are wide. “Umm … what … what was?—”

I’m a fizzy ball of expectation as I bring our mouths together again. Still with no words but one.

More.

I need more. Need to know. Need to feel. And god am I feeling. The distance between us disappears, and his closeness brings my cock alive. My hand slides into the back of his messy hair to cradle his head, and just as my lips part, Benny pulls back.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.” He’s struggling to catch his breath as he stares at me. “You’re kissing me.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I …” Huh. Apparently, words are important in this situation. “I wanted to.”

He makes a noise in his throat. “You wanted to?”

“Yeah.”

“But why?”

Fuck. Don’t ask me that. It requires answers I just don’t have.

“You’re curious?” he asks.

It’s as close to an excuse as I have. “Yeah.”

“Curious about … kissing a man?”

I lean in so my teeth scrape his jaw, loving the salty taste of his skin. “And many, many other things.”

“Ah. Fuck.”

I know exactly what he’s swearing over because his dick hardens against my leg. It’s that moment, more than anything, that reminds me what this is.

I’m not just kissing Benny.

I’m kissing a man.

And I don’t want to stop.

His arms squeeze between us so he can cup my face. “We can do this … but I don’t want it to be the kind of thing where you tell everyone I came on to you. Or where you never speak to me again. If this happens, it happens. It’s just sex. We stay friends and maybe even joke about it like we do with everything else. I’m not saying you have to tell anyone, just don’t be a dick. This is you making the first move.”

“I am.” I turn my head to nip at his thumb. “And it’s too late not to tell anyone. I already told Marshall about the sex dream I had about you.”

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