Page 11 of Ex- Factor
“Unless you really don’t want to.”
When she didn’t move, didn’t speak, I leaned in.
Our lips met—soft at first.
Then her mouth opened against mine, warm and tasting like the peppermint tea she’d sipped earlier.
I kept the kiss slow—lips pressing, retreating, then catching hers again.
My thumb brushed her jaw.
Nibbling at her bottom lip, I swallowed the tiny sounds she made, and they shot straight to my dick.
I couldn’t help myself.
My hands slid under her shirt, palms meeting smooth, warm skin.
We smelled the same—like her soap.
She felt so good, her hips arching just enough to tell me she was right there with me.
I tugged her shirt up, inch by inch, until she was bare in front of me.
God, she was beautiful.
She had the prettiest breasts I’d ever seen.
She gasped when I kissed her collarbone, one hand cupping her waist.
She was melting into me, and I was dangerously close to forgetting every reason I told myself I was gonna take things slow with her.
Then—like a switch—she stiffened and pulled away.
“I can’t do this right now, Silas,” she said, voice breathy but firm.
I froze, heart thudding.
I nodded. I wasn’t mad.
I grabbed her shirt and helped her slip it back on like it was nothing, because a “no” right now wasn’t stopping me from my long-term goal.
I kissed her forehead and let my lips linger there as I spoke.
“Damn,” I whispered against her skin. “Gonna have to talk to my therapist about how you keep rejecting me.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “Don’t feel bad for protecting yourself. Set boundaries for me, baby. I’ll wait,” I said.
“I’ve got time for you.”
I sighed dramatically, trying to lighten the mood.
“It would’ve been easier waiting if you’d let me get a titty in my mouth before stopping me. I learned my lesson—straight to the nipples next time.”
She laughed and shoved me away. “You’re stupid.”
We ended up on the couch for the rest of the day, watching TV and talking.
