Page 25 of Missing Linc
“I… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. I think-I think you’re hot and sweet and… fucking awesome, but… you said you’re not into guys.”
He sighs again and turns to me.
“I don’t know. I… No one’s ever made me this interested before. Since the day you walked into my class I… I can’t get you out of my head. So maybe you’re right. Maybe Iamlosing it.”
“You’re not,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you. If… if you want me to quit the show that’s okay. I’ll talk to Lenka. I don’t want you feeling awkward around me or that I took advantage of you because of my position,” he says, and gosh, could he be any more attractive right now?
No. No, he couldn’t.
“I don’t think you’re taking advantage,” I say.
“I’m not trying to. I-I just wanted to see what this thing I’m feeling… is, I guess.”
My hand slides down his arm until he takes it off the roof of my car and I can hold it with both hands.
“And what is it you’re feeling?” I ask as he turns slightly toward me.
He stares down at my lips and breathes very slowly.
“I… Ever since you kissed me…”
“Yeah…” I drag on.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you. Again.”
Heaven and hell, is this really happening or am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Did I eat bad pizza again? Too much cheese? But no. Too much cheese has other side-effects on me.Notto do with the brain.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you again, too,” I tell him and reach for his other hand until we’re standing there, next to my car, holding hands like a “clean” Hallmark movie when I want to do “dirty” stuff to him.Withhim.
“So… you want to…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but that’s okay. I know exactly what he means.
“I do,” I say.
He smiles.
He takes a step toward me and kisses me again, pinning his body to mine. And I can feel his hardness on my stomach. And it’s still growing harder and larger.
Fuck me sideways.
He’s probably going to.
My fingers glide over his arms up to his neck and down to his chest and rest there. He feels carved. And I’m not surprised in the slightest.
It gives me tingles that reach my groin and make my own cock aroused and in desperate need of rubbing.
He turns us both until my back is against my car and his entire body is glued to mine. And boy his digit is not really a digit, is it? More like a whole string of numbers.
I guess this is happening. I guess I’m doing this with him. In the parking lot of my workplace.
“Sh-should we get out of here?” I ask, pulling away just enough to speak and then kiss him again.
He grunts a response that makes him sound—and feel—like a caveman, and I’ll be damned if I don’t let out a needy moan.
“We can go to mine,” I tell him. “But my sister will be getting home soon.”
“Let’s go to mine. I live alone,” he says.
