Page 83 of Back in the Saddle

I tasted Eric.

And as suspected, he was sheerperfection.

I pressed closer and went for more.

When I did, Eric decided to taste me, and he did this by moving his hands to my ass, lifting me up while standing. He then twisted, planting me on his kitchen island.

This was such a smooth move, I was still recovering from it so he was free to angle his head and take over.

And thus commenced him plundering my mouth.

God, he mastered a kiss.

Absolutely…delicious.

And as a first kiss?

Best I ever had.

By far.

No other came close.

Eventually, and regrettably, he broke the snog, and I wasn’t breathing right because of it, but also, he might have lifted his head, though we were still pressed crotch to crotch, chest to chest.

So there was that.

And one could say I very much liked that.

“Good morning,” I wheezed.

His face grew warm, but his lips curved in that wicked, sexy smile, and he kissed me again.

We went at it, but disappointingly, he broke it again.

Such a damned tease.

“Good morning,” he belatedly replied.

Tease or no, starting my day like that, I couldn’t be in a bad mood (in fact, my mood was so good, it could last the rest of the year), so I smiled at him.

His fingers at my hips pressed in.

“Want coffee?” he asked.

“Please.”

“A bagel?”

“Sure.”

“Wanna spend the day together?”

Oh God.

There was no confusing it anymore, no denying.

This amazing manliked me.

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