Page 17 of Perfect Storm
Aidan didn’t refute that. Didn’t say anything. Levi tried again.
“How about this,” Levi offered, “we’ll try . . .an experiment of sorts, just to check if it’s still a good idea.”
“Are you joking?” But Aidan didn’t let him even answer the question before he was already plowing ahead, looking nervy.Aidanlooking nervy. If Levi wanted evidence that this was the right call, there it was. “What kind of experiment are you talking about?”
“Kiss me,” Levi said.
Aidan’s jaw dropped. “Are you freaking—you’reactuallyserious.”
Levi shrugged. “If you hate it, if it doesn’t do anything for you, sure, then, we’ll forget it.”
“And if itdoes?” Aidan challenged, then looked like he regretted asking. Clearly he hadn’t really thought about what thealternative meant. That he enjoyed it. That helikedkissing Levi. That he might want to do it—and more—again.
“Then in a year we’ll both come back here and it’ll be us together in the shower upstairs.”
Aidan licked his lips. Like he was already thinking about it.
“This is a bad idea.”
“If it was such a bad idea, you wouldn’t be so worried about it,” Levi pointed out dryly.
Aidan made a face. “Fine,fine.” Then suddenly he was the one in Levi’s space, leaning all the way in.
The last thought Levi had before Aidan kissed him was that it wasdefinitelyoranges he was smelling.
Then Aidan’s mouth was on his, tentative and gentle, softer than he’d imagined Aidan Flynn would kiss.
Not that he’d ever imagined what kissing Aidan Flynn would feel like before this, but now Levi wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forget it.
Aidan tilted his head, lips firming and kissing Levi more intently. Like once he’d hesitantly tried it, he couldn’t help but give it his best effort.
Levi couldn’t help it either. Or the little groan he made in the back of his throat as Aidan’s tongue slipped between his lips. The kiss turned suddenly hungry, Aidan no longer taking gentle little sips of his mouth, but starving gulps.
It was going to have to end. Levi was going to have to pull them back, because Aidan had proved the point, a little too fucking well, and it was becoming obvious they were both getting carried away by it.
You can’t do this. Not for a year.
It had been very stupid to suggest this. Because how was he supposed to pretend he didn’t want it again for a whole fucking year?
Aidan spun them and pressed Levi—who wasbigger, thank you very much—into the edge of the counter, and if Levi had needed more evidence he was into this, there it was, pressing right into his hip. His dick, hard and undeniable.
Gasping, Levi wrenched his head away.
Aidan’s lips were red and wet, and his eyes wild.
For a long drawn-out moment, neither of them said anything. Levi knew what heshouldbe saying. Something like “Ha, see? You proved it! You liked it, bro!” As for Aidan, he looked shocked into silence.
Was it better or worse that he’d kind of done it to himself?
If this wasn’t . . .well,like this, Levi might have even tried to blast right past any awkwardness by asking him that. But that wasn’t going to help right now.
Might even make it worse.
Levi kept expecting Aidan to move away. To attempt some kind of joke. But instead, Aidan lifted a hand up to his cheek. Cupped it briefly before his hand dropped back to his side, again. He still looked shell-shocked.
After an effort, Levi found his voice. “Was that your first kiss with a guy?” he asked quietly.
Aidan nodded.
