Page 21 of Cupid's Shot

“I guess I’m still paranoid about someone robbing me,” I share. “Living in cities makes you cautious.”But of course, that would never happen here, someone stealing your wallet.

“Ready?” he asks, and I nod. He grabs my jacket, helping me put it on.

“Such a gentleman.”

“For now,” he whispers in my ear.

Fuck.Is this going to happen?

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Holding Sarah’s hand as we walk from La Nonna to her studio, I only have a couple of minutes to make up my mind. Well, maybe less with how fast we are walking in the cold.Am I going to sleep with her?Or am I going to wait? I think she would say yes if it came up. I hope she would, but I can’t rush this. I shouldn’t rush this. I don’t want to rush this.

Standing outside her dark storefront, I lift up our interlaced hands, kissing the back of hers, noticing how cold it is.

“Do you want to come up?” Sarah asks, shivering.

“Of course—but not tonight.”

She moans a disappointed sound, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.

“Counter offer,” she says, her teeth chattering. “Hot make out in my stairwell right now.”

“Lead the way.” I laugh.

She takes the ring of keys from her jacket pocket and turns toward the door. I stand behind, placing my hands on her hips before kissing her neck.

“Stop distracting me. It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“No.”

She giggles, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

My heart rate immediately increases as we step inside, and I decide to go for it, to make this make out hot and wild and a preview of what our next date could be like. Pushing her against the wall, I grumble, “You want to see bossy? Unzip your jacket for me.”

She wets her lips, holding the metal zipper, teasing me, not pulling it down.

“Unzip your jacket,” I command, staring at her. The stairwell is cold, but not below freezing like outside. It will be worth it for what I have in mind.

“Okay,” she breathes with a growing smile on her face. Slowly pulling the zipper down, she’s teasing me. Her eyes are taunting me.

“Good girl,” I praise, holding her gaze. Sarah’s face goes red, and she sticks out her tongue biting it.Exactly.I knew it. “Sassy girls always want someone to boss them around,” I breathe, kissing her newly exposed cleavage.

“Maybe,” she says, her breath catching as I trail my tongue from her chest to her neck.

“Definitely.”

Digging my hand into the back of her head, I pull her hair slightly and kiss her neck. Placing my hand on her chest, she immediately squirms.My hand is cold.Pressing her firmly against the wall, I kiss up to her chin, then place small kiss after small kiss along her jaw.

“Stop teasing me,” Sarah whines, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Why?”

She huffs, and I grab her face, slamming my lips into hers. Sarah pulls me in closer. Her lips. Her taste. Her smell. I’m consumed by her. My hands have a mind of their own, trailing down her body as we keep kissing. Squeezing her hips, I close the distance between our bodies. Sliding my hand down the fabricof her jeans, I squeeze her thigh, then pick her leg up, wrapping it around my hip. Our kisses are escalating. They’re becoming demanding, heated.

I'm hard and seriously reconsidering going upstairs with her.I want it.I want it so fucking bad.

With one hand squeezing her thigh, the other is teasingly exploring her cleavage before sliding under the fabric of her bodysuit. She flinches at the touch.

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