Page 27 of A Furry Thing Called Love
We’re so close, I can see the way his pupils dilate a little, his clear blue eyes watching me carefully.
My breath catches in my throat and I lick my bottom lip.Arlo watches every move I make carefully.
“Jor…”
“Ar…”
“Do it,” he whispers.“Kiss me.”
“Ar…”
“Please, Jor.”
Closing the scant distance between us is as easy as breathing.Arlo’s lips pressing against mine is just a whisper, but the feel of him…it’s like coming home.
The soft kiss breaks for a moment before he leans in further, kissing me harder, wringing a groan from my throat.
Parting my lips, I get the barest taste of him before we’re forced apart by Millie jumping on me.
“Fucking hell, Mill!”I cry out, falling back onto the sand.I get a mouthful of sand and fur as the dog licks at my face.“Didn’t realize we had to kiss proof her,” I grumble as I manage to shove her down and sit back up.
Arlo doesn’t reply, too busy laughing at her antics.Encouraged by him, all three dogs start running and jumping around us, kicking up sand and spraying us with water.
Using my shirt, I scrape sand from my tongue, and wipe off my face before shoving Arlo over—gently, of course.The asshole just cackles harder and I sigh.
When Arlo’s laughter dies down, I help him sit up, stealing another soft kiss before I stand and stretch.
“I should leave you down there,” I tell him.
“But how will I kiss you more?”he asks, batting his eyelashes up at me.
Biting my lip, I stare down at him, pretending to think it over, before letting out a long sigh and reaching my hands out.He stumbles a little in the sand, but I hold on tightly, and once I’m sure he’s steady, I swoop in and kiss him.
This one is longer, harder, deeper, as our tongues tangle, lips slick, and our teeth catch on delicate flesh as we drink in the feel of one another.
Three long years and it’s like we’ve never gone a day without kissing each other.The feel of him, the taste…hell, even his fucking smell, is all familiar.
When the kiss breaks, we’re both breathless.He stares at me, his lips shiny and red, his cheeks a pretty pink.“I thought we were friends?”
I tighten my grip on him a little.“We are.Friends can kiss too, can’t they?”
“You tell me… I don’t want to fuck this up.You’re too important to me.”
“Yeah…” Leaning in again, I whisper, “Just one more,” against his mouth.
This kiss is soft, sweet, and too fucking reminiscent of the last one we ever shared.My breath catches in my throat and I squeeze my eyes closed tightly, soaking up the last few moments of bliss.
A wet nose presses against my calf, and I smile against Arlo’s mouth before pulling away and looking down, meeting Millie’s soulful brown eyes.“Ready to go?”I ask her.
Shewoofsand Arlo snorts.“Guess so,” he mutters.
I meet his gaze once more, enjoying the spark in them as we stare at one another.He seems as reluctant as I am to back away, but eventually, we step out of our embrace.I immediately mourn the loss of him against me, but shove the feeling away.
I reach down and grab Millie’s lead, handing it to Arlo.While we trust her enough to play on the beach—especially when it’s sparse of people like it is now—it’s still a good practice to keep her leashed while walking around, just until she’s used to having the freedom of being off-leash.
Plus, Arlo declared I was in charge of running her down on the beach if she took off.Out in the parking lot or on the road is a different story, the last thing either of us wants is for someone—dog or human—to get hurt.
“Can you hand me my crutches?”
