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The first press of his lips against mine was so soft it was almost a question. I had no answers. My brain had whited out, no longer capable of thought, and I didn’t care if I ever got it back as long as I could keep kissing him.
I chased his mouth and pulled him to me, his tongue grazing my lips, and I moaned, opening to him, needing him closer, to taste more of him. I arched forward, running my hands into his hair, clinging to him as his tongue brushed mine.
It felt so good.Hefelt so good, his arms tightening around me, one hand cradling my face as the other molded my body to his, steadying me and making me dizzy all at once.
I never knew kisses could be like this.
The ones I’d had before had mostly been fine. Nice. Something I’d enjoyed well enough but that had always managed to feel mechanical, like assembling a couch. Slot mouth A against mouth B. For the passionate variation, use tongue.
But this.
This felt not only good but necessary. Like instead of air, the thing I needed to breathe was him.
He broke away from my lips to trail kisses down my neck as his hand sank into my hair and gently tugged. I panted for breath, tilting my head to the side so his mouth could close over my racing pulse. He sucked lightly, and my knees practically gave out, my hips shooting forward as my hands twisted in the fabric of his shirt.
I tugged his mouth back to mine, moaning again at the glide of his tongue as if maybe I’d imagined how good it was, only to be proven wrong.
His answering groan was like a stroke against my clit, and all I wanted was to hear it again. To stay locked in the back and forth of this kiss that was both gentle yet demanding, seeking yet allowing, urgent yet unrushed, forever.
It was only after he pulled away, who knew how long later, that I registered the latch of the back door clicking shut and the footsteps in the kitchen growing nearer. He rested his forehead against mine, our heavy breaths mingling, before giving my hip a final squeeze. Just as he stepped back, Aubrey strolled into the dining room.
“I’m surprised you’re still here,” she said, head lowered toward her phone. “I forgot my pants that I need to wash—oh.” She stopped in her tracks as she looked up, eyes widening at the sight of the two of us standing so close. She fought to keep her lips from rising. “I’m just gonna…” She pointed toward the stairs and scrambled across the dining room, leaving us alone again.
I bit back my grin and peeked at Jase. I wasn’t sure what expression his eyes would hold, and a part of me braced for embarrassment or regret. But all I found was the same steadiness that occupied my own body.
My gaze dropped to his mouth, and that steadiness melted into a simmering heat that pooled in my core and had me biting my lip.
He let out a soft groan. “You really need to stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?” My voice was all breath.
“Because,” he said with a dangerous smile as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “If I start kissing you again, I’m not gonna stop, and you’ve had a long day. You should get some sleep.”
He was right. The buzz still radiating through my body from our kiss was already struggling to fight off exhaustion, and even the temptation to kiss him again wasn’t enough to stop a yawn from escaping. Plus, Aubrey would be down here again soon, and I didn’t want her to feel awkward.
“See you tomorrow?” I asked.
I didn’t want to believe he’d avoid me again, but it’d be a lie to say a sliver of worry didn’t still taunt me with the possibility.
He must have seen it because he held my gaze, his eyes open and honest as he said, “I’ll be here.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jase
I didn’t remember gettinghome. Hardly remembered locking up the restaurant after walking Dani to her car and saying good night. Aubrey had been gone by the time I got back. The rest of the night was a blur, faded to the backdrop of that kiss.
It was all I could think about as I lay in bed the following morning, early light drifting through my windows, a part of me wondering if it had all been a dream.
It hadn’t been. I knew because I could recall exactly how smooth Dani’s cheek had been against mine. Could still feel the give of her breasts against my chest, how her arms had tightened around my neck. Could still taste the moan on her lips.
Her fucking lips.
Just the memory was enough to make me hard, my cock throbbing as I recalled those lips on mine. I wrapped my hand around the base of my shaft and squeezed, a groan catching in my throat. I heard the tiny inhale she’d taken the second before my lips had touched hers, and the memory of her taste flooded my mind.
I gave myself a slow stroke.Fuck.
It was like that kiss had unlocked something inside me, shifted something fundamental, only I had no idea what.
