Page 7 of Gin & Sin

“I wouldn’t call it dating.”

“Ah.” He turns down another street, slowing to a stop in front of a cute bungalow-style house. “Hopefully some of your expertise will rub off on me.”

“You’ll do fine.”

Stewart opens his door and steps out, waiting while I join him. If nerves were money, the man would be rich as fuck. I step forward, gently gripping the back of his neck and smiling when he tenses but then practically melts into me.

“Don’t be nervous, Stewart. We’re just having fun.”

He nods, gazing at me with eager eyes. I like that we’re nearly the same height. I like that we’re the same build but he’s softer. I like that I don’t have to talk about shallow shit or bands I don’t listen to. I like him.

“Want to invite me inside?”

Stewart huffs a laugh as his face lights up. “I do, yeah.”

FOUR

STEWART

Kit hoversbehind me as I unlock the door. I don’t know why I didn’t open the garage, but I guess I’m too nervous for my brain to work normally. His lips brush the back of my neck and I nearly drop my keys. I’d pinch myself, but I’m too afraid I’ll actually wake up.

I’m curious about Kit, and a million questions swirl in my head, but I hold them back. I won’t be able to focus on his answers anyway now that he’s inside my house.

“Shoes off, please,” I mumble as I toe my own off.

Kit nods, kicking his sneakers off as his gaze lingers on mine. “Cute house.”

“Thanks. Do you want water? Or I might have wine or?—”

Kit swallows my words by pressing his mouth to mine, and suddenly, we’re entangled in a heated kiss. He walks me backward, even though he doesn’t know where to go, so I manage to guide us to the living room couch.

His beard is softer than I expected, and as I raise my arms to wrap them around his muscular frame, it hits me hard that I’m kissing a man. Finally.

We topple backward, and Kit chuckles, moving his lips to my neck as he tugs my sweater up. “Too fast?”

“No,” I pant, rubbing against him. “Do whatever you want to me.”

He chuckles again. “Eager. I like it.” He lifts his head, gazing down at me with kind eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

I flick my tongue over my lips to capture more of his taste. “Whatever you want. You can, um, you can fuck me.”

His eyes widen for a second, but his expression soon relaxes into a sultry smile. “I think that’s a lot first time out. I have an idea.” He bends down and nips my bottom lip. “Trust me?”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Let me rephrase that. I know something that’ll blow your mind if you’re up for it.”

I nod, digging my fingers into his shoulder. “Please. Um…there’s just one thing I really want to try.”

“Hit me.”

“Can I blow you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

He tugs his shirt over his head and my breath catches as I run my hands over his hairy chest. He’s not so muscular that it’s intimidating, but there’s a nice definition in his pecs. His stomach is soft like mine, but his nipples…whew. I want them in my mouth.

“You too, Prof. Sweater off.”

---