Page 6 of Hooking Up
"Sure."
I pour two glasses and hand one to him.
He's smiling.
"What?"
"Women don't usually offer water."
"That's bad strategy."
"Yeah?"
"You need to stay hydrated if you want peak performance."
He chuckles. "True."
"You keep laughing."
"With you."
"With me?"
"I promise. I like you, Iris." He takes a long sip and sets his glass on the table. He moves toward me. Closer. Closer.
There.
He peels my fingers from my glass and sets it on the counter.
His hands go to my hips.
He leans in close.
My eyelids flutter together.
I rise to my tiptoes and press my lips to his.
He tastes good. Like whiskey. Fuck, it's been too long since I've really savored a sip.
Or a kiss.
He slides one hand under my blouse and presses his palm against my lower back.
He pulls me closer.
Sucks on my bottom lip. Softly. Then harder.
I bring my hand to his hair. Part my lips to make way for his tongue.
Lust pushes aside every other desire. I don't want good whiskey. Or understanding. Or dinner.
I only want this tall, handsome stranger's body pressed against mine. Erasing every thought in my head.
I slide my hand under his t-shirt. He's hard. Strong.
My hand explores the lines of his torso.
The other knots in his hair.
