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My entire body responds to his mouth in a way I’ve never responded to anyone. It feels unlike anything else I’ve ever felt.
Every muscle in my body loosens, my limbs suddenly like jello, and I feel like I might actually pass out.
I grab onto his neck, grounding myself to him as I process the smooth, soft feel of his lips on mine. The way they move slowly, almost angelically. His sweet tonka-bean teakwood scent surrounds me with familiarity and comfort.
A soft groan escapes my throat, and I don’t even try to fucking hide it. I can’t.
He breaks away slowly, his breath heavy as the sound of sexy “uh huh’s” echo in the space.
It’s like I’ve finally awakened from a spell I didn’t even know I was under.
I tighten my grip on his neck, his skin warm against my palm, and I crush my lips against his once more.
CHAPTER 18
Zeb
I’mworried any minute I’m going to wake up in my bed and realize this is all a dream.
An absolutely perfect dream, one I thought I’d never actually touch.
Geo’s right hand slides up my thigh, squeezing faintly, while his left hand grips my throat. His lips aren’t soft by any means, or shaky, not like I’d expect.
They are brutal.
Harsh, hurried, hungry.
Geo kisses me like he’s fucking starving and I’m a bowl full of maraschino cherries. His tongue slides into my mouth without resistance, grazing the edge of my own, and then he just stops.
Gone is the rush, and its place is a softer, sweeter kiss, a touch of grace to even out the rush as he swiftly pulls away.
Fuck restraint.
Fuck it all to hell.
He looks up at me, biting his kiss-swollen bottom lip, dark eyes full of fire.
“I’m going to, uh... we should probably head into the house,” he says, his voice a little darker, raspier than usual.
“Yeah, of course. Right,” I say, shaking my head as I turn the car off and try to get my bearings about me. “It’s late, I’m sure you’re beat.” I open the door, my heart beating in my chest like a damn freight train.
What just happened here?
I fumble with my keys as we walk to the door.
Should I say something?
I should saysomething,right?
I steal a glance at him underneath my porch lights, dark hair a little messy, his pupils a little blown, and his lips still perfectly swollen from ourkiss.
I kissed him, and he fucking kissed meback.
A myriad of emotions swirl inside of me as I open the door to let us in.
I have a hundred questions I want to ask him. I know sexuality is a pretty fluid scale, but Geo’s never shownanyinclination of interest in the same sex. Or the opposite sex, if we’re being totally honest, here. I mean, Iknowhe’s had girlfriends, but he never seemed particularly interested in the way most guys are when they have a girlfriend.
I close the door and lock it, and he saunters across my living room, his pale, defined forearms standing out against his rolled up pale blue button down sleeves.
