Page 67 of The Other Guy

SIERRA

He’s staring at me like he wants to do… something. What, though, I’m not sure. Maybe he’s getting cabin fever and is already losing his mind. The way he keeps clenching his fists and jaw, he’s holding himself back.

We’re so close, I can smell the fresh air still clinging to his body from his time spent outdoors. Time where he scooped a path and threw snowballs for my dog. My original plan was to put on the clothes that I wore here yesterday and join them outside, but then I couldn’t stop watching. I watched like a creeper through the window and when I saw them heading back inside I bolted for the bedroom.

I figured I’d at least need to appear like I was getting changed to join him in getting that fresh air he was talking about, but then the door burst open and I stood there in only his boxers. I noticed how his eyes traveled the length of my body in the short seconds he stood shell shocked before he spun around and slammed the door behind him.

Serves him right. I’ve had to stare at him half naked all day long. Tit for tat… though that might not be the best saying to use right now.

His chest heaves up and down and he closes his eyes briefly before lifting them to look at me. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. The nap was exactly what I needed. My stomach feels settled again. Must have been a short-lived bug of some sort. Miraculously, I feel normal again.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Nope. Honestly, I think I just needed to get it out and rest a bit.”

“You brush your teeth with the extra toothbrush I set out?”

“Only like a million times,” I say, curling my upper lip.

“Used mouthwash?”

“Yes, and I flossed, too. Would you also like a dentist’s report?”

More staring. More contemplating something on his part.

And suddenly my back is pressed against the wall and his hands are cradling my face and his mouth is crushing onto mine.

Holy hell!

My surprise causes my mouth to open and he doesn’t hesitate to get his fill, his tongue diving in and twisting around mine. Tasting and swirling as he moves my face how he wants. Teeth clash. We both moan. His hands move from my face, down my arms and around my backside where he grips me tightly and lifts. I wrap my legs around his waist as one of his strong hands holds tight to my butt and the other presses against the wall.

It’s not lost on me that those sweatpants are a friggin’ delight. Men should be mandated by law to wear them every day of their lives. Without anything underneath. I feel him harden against me and I swear it’s been so long since I’ve felt wanted that the combination of his strength and kisses and erection almost send me over the edge.

Kissing to orgasm in twenty seconds flat.

That’s something to be proud of.

But this is more than kissing.

So much more.

It’s giving in to a desire that started burning a week ago when I saw him for the first time in my uncle’s bar. That only built as we spent time together. And when I left to go back to Jeff’s place, it was his face that I missed. His laughter and company.

A week is all it took for me to feel something for this man. It’s too soon for anything more than just a feeling but it’s something worthy of exploring.

And right now, I’m all about exploring.

I extract my mouth from his long enough to pull and tug on his hoodie and whine a bit until he obeys my unspoken command of removing it. I’ve been staring at his perfectly toned chest for hours and hours and now I want more.

As he’s tearing his hoodie off, I drop the one that was covering my breasts that had fallen between us. Both fall to the floor and we continue our assault on one another.

He moves a hand to cover one breast, massaging and kneading, tweaking a nipple that makes me cry out in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain.

“I need more,” he growls, keeping hold of me as he marches us down the hallway, kicking open the door to his bedroom where he places me gently on the bed. He stares down at me, his hair flopping out of place and eyes so dark they’re almost black. He runs his teeth over his bottom lip, holding the flesh tight for a few seconds before letting it loose.

“Holy crap, that was sex. Sex. Sex. Ugh! I mean sexy!”

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