Page 10 of Snow Place Like Home
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about kissing you over the years, Sunny?”
She pulled back, shaking her head no. “Don’t mess with me, Ace.”
“Have I ever lied to you in all the years you’ve known me?”
“No. But you’ve also never claimed that you wanted to kiss me.” She sighed.
“Maybe if you hadn’t dated that shithead for so long, I would have told you sooner. But it’s not like you aren’t always on my mind, even from a distance.”
“I’m always on your mind?” she said, her tone laced with humor like this was all a big joke.
If she wanted to play hardball, I’d play hardball. “I think about you every fucking day, Sunny. And ever since you and the asshole broke up, I’ve wanted to tell you.”
Her eyebrows cinched together, and she shook her head. “Wow. We’re pulling out all the acting skills, huh? Come on, Ace, you know I had a crush on you back in the day. I’m sure it was very obvious. And I’m single at the moment, so sure, I’ve always been curious what it would be like to kiss you. But you don’t need to pretend it’s more than it is.”
“And what is it?” I asked, moving closer and towering over her. She blinked up at me with those sapphire-blue eyes, flanked by long black lashes and the cutest dusting of freckles across her nose.
“We’d be scratching an itch. One kiss, and we never mention it again. We don’t want to make things weird.”
My large hand wrapped around the side of her neck, my thumb tracing along the edge of her jaw.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.
I was going to do this.
I was going to kiss Goldie Jacobs.
I leaned down, my lips a breath from hers. “I promise you, there is nothing weird about kissing you.”
And then my mouth crashed into hers. My hand moved to the back of her head, tangling in her long hair. Her lips parted, and my tongue slipped inside.
How many times have I thought about this?
And it was beyond what I could have imagined.
Our tongues tangled, tasting and exploring. My free hand moved behind her, covering her ass, as I lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and our lips never lost contact.
I dropped to sit on her couch as her legs fell on each side, straddling me. My hands found her hips as I rocked her against me. My dick strained against the denim and threatened to tear through the zipper as she ground up and down along my erection.
A tiny moan escaped her mouth that nearly undid me.
We stayed like this for what felt like hours but was probably more like ten minutes.
I couldn’t get enough.
And then she pulled back abruptly, her eyes wild with lust. Lips plump and freshly kissed, her hair a mess of golden waves.
“Okay. The itch is scratched, and I think we should call this done, before things go too far.” She pushed off my lap and adjusted her shirt into place.
Why is she so afraid to let this happen?
“What’s going too far?” I asked as I followed her gaze down to where my jeans were tented.
“Let’s just say that we don’t need to be ‘Gettin’ Grinchy wit It.’” She chuckled.
“‘Gettin’ Grinchy wit It,’ huh?” I grinned and pushed to my feet, closing the distance between us as she nervously fidgeted with her hands.
“That was some kiss,” she said as she bit her bottom lip.
