Page 41 of Tangled Up In You
His long lashes tickled my skin as he rested his face against mine. He gripped the side of my neck with one hand and had the other pushed under my back, as if holding me in a type of horizontal dance.
When he didn’t move after a handful of seconds, I got worried. That’s when I felt something warm and wet land on the edge of my brow.
“Cor?”
He answered me with a kiss, one that set me on fire. Gone were the slow and tender movements from before. We kissed like each other’s lips were our lifeline: passionate and even desperate. Teeth clanked together, but neither of us minded. Only when I needed air did we break apart.
My head spun as I watched him above me.
He bit his bottom lip as he slid his hand under my shirt and pulled it up and over my head before going for my pants. Unlike him, I was wearing jeans, so it took more effort to get them off. But off they came until I was completely naked.
I grinned up at him as he stood on his knees and shrugged down his sweat pants.
“Why are you so hot?” I asked before I could stop myself.
And then Corbin, the massive goofball, flexed his bicep and said in the douchey-ist voice possible, “I work out.”
I laughed so hard I snorted.
The humor faded once the sight of his already hard cock came into view and our bare skin touched. My ass clenched a bit at the thought of him inside me, acting as a reminder of how long it’d been.
“You okay?” he asked, not missing a thing.
“Yeah,” I said, playing it cool. But then I thought it best to be honest. “Uh, it’s just been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Really?”
For some reason that one word screamed judgment, and I got a bit defensive. “Yeah, we all can’t get laid as easy as you, Corbin.”
“Don’t start that again,” he warned, hovering above me, but not quite laying on top of me. “Your jealousy over shit that hasn’t even happened needs to stop, Hunter. Do I need to give you a detailed sheet of every man I’ve fucked since you just so we can move passed this?”
The thought made my scalp prickle. “No, thanks.”
“And what about you?” he asked, sitting back on his knees. “I bet you haven’t been a damn saint either.”
I hated when he was right. It might’ve been a while since I’d had sex, but I’d been wild in college. How could I judge him for doing exactly what I’d done?
Double standards sucked, and I guess I needed that reminder to get my head back on straight.
“I’m far from a saint,” I responded, touching his side with the tips of my fingers. “Sorry. No more of that. Can we just get back to where we were before I opened my big mouth?”
Corbin leaned back down. “It’s okay. I love your big mouth.”
I licked my lips at the thought of tasting him again. His gray eyes zeroed in on my tongue, and his dick pressed against my thigh. His mind was in the same place as mine.
“Come on,” he said before getting off the couch and holding his hand out to me.
“Where’re we going?” I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me off the cushion.
“To my room.” He gave me a lopsided grin and led me from the living room and toward the stairs. “Just like old times, right?”
“Except we’re butt ass naked now as we go through the house,” I pointed out, covering my package with my free hand.
Corbin chuckled. “It’s not the first time. Or did you really forget the time we got wasted and skinny dipped that night, lost our clothes, and had to sneak back into the house?”
As the memory flared to life, so did my embarrassment. “I think I tried to wipe that from my mind. What the hell were we thinking?”
I didn’t receive an answer because we’d entered his old bedroom, and with the familiarity of it all, I could almost pretend we really were back in time. I looked at the same light blue walls and white trim around the window. The same set of drawers that we’d both used the times I’d slept over, sometimes for a week at a time. The scuff of paint on the wall by his bed from when we’d been wrestling and he’d flung me against it.
