Page 32 of That One Touch

She was close enough for him to smell the citrus on her skin. Was it her shower gel? Perfume?

He inclined his head at the stairs and she went down first, him following behind her.

“Can I get you a coffee or something?” he asked her when they reached the bottom.

She stopped walking and turned to look at him. He hadn’t expected the sudden slow down, and he was inches from her, looking down.

Right into her eyes.

Her lips parted. And fuck, he wanted to kiss them. A rush of desire went through him. Strong enough to make him blink.

When was the last time he’d been this close to a woman?

He wasn’t sure. But his body liked it, he knew that much.

It was like a drug he’d taken so long ago that he’d forgotten the effect it had on him. His muscles tightened, his teeth clenched.

And his dick, yeah, that was paying attention, too. Way too much.

Step back, he thought. He wasn’t sure whether he was talking to himself or her. One of them needed to, though. And he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to do it.

She tilted her head, and he could see the sweet tenderness of her neck. He wanted to scrape his teeth over her skin until she gasped. Wanted to bury his face in the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

Cassie’s breath hitched. And yeah, he knew she was feeling it too.

Whatever it was.

A little bit of fucked up magic in a world where he’d been lost for too long.

“You have fuzz on your cheek,” she whispered. And before he could stop her, she reached out to brush it away.

With that one touch, he was gone.

His hand covered hers until her palm was flat against his rough jaw. Her gaze flew to his. She looked surprised, but something else, too.

Something darker. The same thing he felt.

“Pres…”

“Come here.” His voice sounded like a stranger’s. Rough and needy.

She didn’t hesitate, and he loved that. One graceful step forward and her chest was brushing against his. Her head tipped further, her cheeks pink.

Everything about her was so soft, and it made him ache for her.

Without thinking, he traced the line of her cheek with his rough fingertip. She let out a sigh, and he traced her pink lips, too.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. So much more. His hand slid down her jaw, angling it until her lips were a breath away from his.

And yeah, he had to dip down to close that gap because she was short and he was tall, but damn it only took a second before his mouth was against hers. She was as sweet as he knew she would be. Her lips tender, as his mouth stole what it needed. His tongue swept along her seam and she parted her lips. Her own tongue grazing his.

Hot blood rushed straight from his brain to his dick as he moved his hands down her sides, pushing at her hoodie until he felt her warm skin.

Cassie’s arms looped around him and he slid his palms further still, over her hips, beneath her behind, lifting her up and turning so her back was against the wall.

Her breath was hot and short against his mouth as he pressed his hardness against her. Her fingertips were tugging at his hair, her lips stealing his kisses. And as his tongue caressed hers again, he imagined the sweetness of her mouth around his cock.

Jesus. It had been too long. Way too long.

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