Page 66 of Triple Play
I hear rustling. The sound of fabric. My imagination supplies images my brain doesn’t need right now.
“Okay. You can look.”
I turn back. She’s in a fresh black tank top. Simple. Fitted.
Somehow sexier than before.
“Better?” I ask.
“Better. Thanks for checking on me.”
“Of course.”
She sits on her bed. I lean against her desk. We’re five feet apart. The noise from downstairs is distant. The air feels different up here. Charged.
“You doing okay, Elise?”
The question catches her off guard. “What?”
“You’ve had a rough week. Grant has been… Grant.” I cross my arms. “ So I’m just checking.”
She’s quiet for a moment. “Other than drowning in advanced biology? Sure.”
“You’re not drowning. You’re the smartest person I know.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know enough.”
She looks at me then. Really looks. Like she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious.
I am. Dead serious.
“Jordie—”
“If I kiss you right now, are you gonna stop me again?”
The question hangs there. Direct. No games.
Her breath catches. “Why don’t you find out?”
I cross to her in two strides. Cup her face. Give her one second to change her mind.
She doesn’t.
I kiss her.
It’s different from last time. No hesitation. No interruption waiting to happen.
Just her mouth on mine and two weeks of want finally finding an outlet.
She makes this sound. Soft. Needy. It goes straight to my dick.
I deepen the kiss. She opens for me. Her hands find my shirt. Fist in the fabric.
I push her back onto the bed. Cover her body with mine.
She gasps against my mouth, arches up into me, creating friction that makes my brain short-circuit. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails scraping against my skin.
