Page 11 of Marcus in Retrograde
“I’d tag in on that,” he said, and we both cracked up laughing in the next moment.
Just a few minutes into the movie, he lost all subtly, and just flat out put his arm around me and started playing with my hair. It felt so nice, and sent a little shiver of delight through me.
That was something I hadn’t experienced in a while. Deciding to throw caution into a mild breeze, I snuggled into the crook of his arm. He was very comfortable, and my hand found his flat stomach and I traced my fingers over him through the shirt.
Mm, muscles.
His hand found my cheek and he turned me toward him. His lips were plump and looked like he had just wet them. They shown in the low light of the television screen.
Then, they were on mine.
At first, the kiss was sweet and soft. Almost chaste, but not quite when he opened his lips. I opened mine, and the warmth that passed between us was enough for the moment.
The moment passed quickly, and we turned into each other. His tongue sought out mine and he tasted like coffee and mocha. He was delicious and intoxicating, and my brain was into this.
It had been a very, very long time since I’d been interested enough in a man to kiss him. Kieran was a perfect gentleman, and he was so willing and able to take things at my pace. He kissed like a dream, sharing the power of it with me, let me lead and then insisting on leading me.
I pulled back, and kept my eyes closed as I dropped my head against the back of the couch. “Goddamn it,” I hissed.
I heard a laugh and opened one eye to find Kieran with a hand over his mouth in a grin. Picking my head up, I raised an eyebrow.
His lips pursed as he dropped his hand. “Hmm.”
“What hmm?” I asked.
“No spark.”
Rotating on the cushion, I faced him. “What?”
“You kiss like a god, but…no spark.”
I sat up. “No spark?”
Kieran looked sheepish. “No spark, Chase. I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
Slapping my hand on his chest, I stopped him. “No. No, it’s fine. There was no spark here either. You’re handsome and you’d be an awesome boyfriend, but…”
His shoulders slumped. “Well, thank God we’re on the same page here.”
“But, Kieran, I don’t want you to just walk away and never talk to me again because we aren’t going to sleep together. I also happen to think you’d be an awesome friend to keep around.”
He nodded. “I totally agree with that assessment.”
“Good,” I said, sitting back on the couch. “Coffee is coffee, and Channing Tatum is still Channing Tatum.”
“Agreed. Maybe I’ll have you over next and we can watchMagic Mike.”
“I think that sounds like an awesome plan.”
I settled back and let out a breath. Damn libido. Damn fouled sparkplugs. Damn it all. It was back to my gay erotic romance books and my left hand for a while.
The damn dog barked all night.
MARCUS
THE GUY CAMESPRINTING OUT of the building, looking like hell. He had half a jacket on, and was trying to knot up his tie.
I yanked Pollux out of the way and laughed quietly.
