Page 91 of In Plain Sight

Fluidly, I swung my leg over his and sank down so I sat on his thighs, my knees on either side of his hips.

“Is this okay?” I asked shyly.

He wrapped his arms around my back and tugged me closer. “Definitely okay.”

Our chests pressed together, the warmth from his body seeping into my skin and soothing some of my nerves. Gently, I cupped his cheeks and tilted his head back so I could look down at him.

Zander was an incredibly handsome man, but his looks were only a small part of what made him beautiful.

Smoothing my thumb over his cheekbones, I leaned down and brushed my lips over his in a soft kiss. He sighed against my mouth but otherwise held still.

I kissed him again. His lips parted under mine, and our tongues curled together in a hot slide.

Zander rubbed my back, his callused hands teasing my skin as he slipped them under my shirt. I pressed closer to him, needing more kisses, more contact, just more.

He kissed me back, holding me tighter.

Sliding my hands into his hair, I fisted the strands. They were as thick and luxurious as I thought they’d be, and his moan of pleasure was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

I melted against him, giving myself over to the moment and enjoying the chance to get to touch him like this. To explore his mouth and body without the desperate need from before.

Our kisses were slow and languid, indulgent even.

My dick, like his, was hard, but I didn’t want to escalate things. I was happy to just keep kissing and touching him, and it seemed Zander was of the same mind.

We stayed like that for a long time, just making out and enjoying each other.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d kissed anyone like this, where it was about enjoying the moment and not about pushing for more. Kissing had always been a means to an end, but with Zander, it was so much more.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily and my head was spinning from the good feels.

“I should probably go,” I said quietly, breaking the spell we’d fallen under.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s been a crazy night.”

I snorted out a laugh. “It definitely has.”

Reluctantly, I climbed off his lap. He got to his feet and followed me through the small house to the front door.

“Can I ask why you have a pool table in what I assume is your dining room?”

He smiled. “Not the usual type of table people put in dining rooms, huh.”

“Not something I’ve seen before,” I agreed with a grin.

“No real reason other than I had nowhere else to put it.” He shrugged. “And it’s not like I need a dining room when it’s just me.”

“Makes sense.” I put my hand on the doorknob but paused.

I was completely out of my element. I was no stranger to friends-with-benefits arrangements, but that wasn’t what I wanted with him. I wanted to be with him, to date him, even if it was just casually. Did he want that too? Was that what we’d agreed to earlier? Or did he think we were just hooking up?

“Do you have plans tomorrow?” I asked impulsively.

Zander looked surprised for a moment, but then he smiled. “I’m helping Mark and Ivy with something in the early afternoon, but other than that, I don’t have plans.”

“Do you want to hang out later? Maybe after dinner?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.” His smile was shy and sweet and made my heart melt a bit.

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