He winked, “See your mind spinning over there, don’t worry about it. Known each other too long.”
After we ate and I helped clean the kitchen, I looked at the clock on his stove and saw how late it was. Then I said, “I need to go.”
“Stay here,” he said.
I looked around and said, “Here?”
He nodded, “Yeah. Didn’t realize how great I slept until last, and you were next to me.”
At his words, I melted.
Then I said, “I need something to sleep in.”
He nodded, “Give you one of my tees.”
Then he tagged two beers and led me out to the porch.
We were sitting in two dark blue rocking chairs when I took a pull from my beer after he took the cap off and asked, “Why did you buy this house?”
I’d always wanted to know.
It wasn’t Bronson’s big house, but it was close.
It had four bedrooms and four and a half baths.
And for some reason, his cheeks got pink.
I reached over and poked him in his ribs, chuckling when he flinched, and asked, “Why?”
He sighed, then looked at me, “Remember that day a long ass time ago? We were all riding our bikes.”
I shrugged.
He chuckled, “Anyway, you stopped and looked at this house.”
I recalled that day with vivid clarity now. I had seen the house and thought it was beautiful.
“Then when I came back, saw it on the market, you had been crestfallen.” He shrugged, “Didn’t like the look on your face.”
“Dominik,” I whispered.
He shrugged.
And that was when I said, “If you don’t want me to kiss you, better tell me now.”
I stared into his amber-flecked eyes, and when he didn’t respond, I moved closer in my chair, and the moment I got my face right in front of his, I leaned forward and kissed him.
His lips were lush, strong, firm, and so fucking sensual.
He groaned, then, like a shot, I was up and out of my rocker, lifted, then planted with my knees going on either side of his hips.
Our lips never disconnected.
His hand went into my hair while his other hand went to my ass.
I felt his tongue tease at my lips, and with zero hesitation, I allowed him entry,
Our tongues tangled, twisting together.