Page 7 of Iris
My hand has moved on its own and is currently stroking his long fingers. I wonder what it would feel like to suck on them one by one.
“Perfect.” His voice has turned into a growl. When I look up, his face is mere inches from mine. We stare into each other's eyes. His light blue eyes have darkened as he moves closer until there’s just a breath between our lips. “By the way, you are just my type.”
His whispered words have me gasping, just as he covers my mouth with his. It feels like my world has disappeared except for this kiss. I'm vaguely aware of him pulling me across the counter so he is standing between my legs. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. Sucking on it makes him moan. His hands are running down my sides, pulling my pink uniform shirt from the skirt I wear for the shop.
His gloved hands are cold as they slide under my shirt. His tongue is doing such wonderful things with mine, I forget to breathe. My hands come up to clutch his vest and I pull him closer, as close as I can get him, my legs wrapping around his waist. I can clearly feel his hardened cock. A groan leaves my lips as he pulls away briefly, peppering kisses along my jaw to my neck.
“I should go,” his voice rasps out.
That’s when I ruin the moment. I start laughing. I laugh so hard, he must think something is wrong with me because he takes a step back while wearing a confused expression.
“I’m sorry!” I have to slap a hand over my mouth to try to stop my laughter. “It’s just…” My sides start to ache. “You said a quote from one of my favorite video games.”
Dorian’s right eye twitches ever so slightly as the corners of his lips curve, hiding a smile. My laughter dies down as he just continues to stare at me. I’ve just started to feel self-conscious when he suddenly snickers.
“You’re not a boring person, are you?”
“I hope not. Have you ever had to be friends with a boring person? It’s, well, boring!” Smooth, Iris, real smooth.
Igor chooses this moment to cackle. “That was terrible!” She’s moved to the middle table again, closer to us.
Dorian looks to where her voice is coming from. He blinks his eyes a few times.
“Keep staring, hottie-two-shoes, I just get sexier the longer you look.” Her leaves rustle as if she is striking a pose.
“Well. Alright, then.” Dorian looks at me again with a tender smile. “I’ll see you in a few hours, Iris.” My name on his lips makes my knees want to buckle. Good thing I'm still sitting on my counter.
Igor waits all of five seconds after the door closes to laugh.
“You’ve got your fingers dipped into the cookie jar of hunky hunks!” Her pot shakes with how hard she is gagging with laughter at my expense.
My feet hit the floor as I stuff my shirt into my skirt. “Laugh it up.” I flick one of her leaves as I go to lock the door, flipping the sign for lunch. it's an hour early, but I really need to take a second to breathe.
