Page 18 of Screwed

“Then have dinner with me. Not tonight. I know that you must be exhausted after all of this, so tomorrow,” he says, running his thumbs over my cheekbones.

I’m sure that there are dark circles there. Maybe even dirt or dust from cleaning all day, but he still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman that he’s ever seen.

He’s looking at me like I’m his leading lady and I swoon at the thought.

“Okay,” I whisper as I start to melt inside.

Then I swoon some more when his lips meet mine.

My eyes flutter closed as our lips meet and I feel myself sway into him. My hands go to his shoulders and I cling to him as his lips move over mine.

I’ve been kissed before but it was always awkward, at least for me. All of those other kisses were nothing like this though. Arlo is so confident and his lips fit against mine perfectly. It’s like for the first time, I can turn my brain off and not have to worry about where to put my hands or what to do with my lips. I can just feel.

He licks against the seam of my mouth, and I open for him. I’m just as desperate and greedy to learn his taste as he seems to be to learn mine. He pushes his tongue past my lips and rubs it against mine in an erotic dance.

He tastes like summer, like mint toothpaste and honey and I want to drown in the flavor. I moan, unable to hold the sound of my pleasure back anymore as my fingers tangle in his soft hair.

His kiss tastes like desire and longing. I think back to what my friends said about him wanting me for months and I wonder if that could really be true. Could he have been pining for me this whole time?

I can’t deny that I’ve thought about kissing him too. I used to lie awake some nights, thinking about what he would taste like, what his lips would feel like against mine. It definitely exceeds what I came up with in my imagination.

His lips are firm but warm and pliant as they move against mine. I work up the courage to swipe my tongue against his full bottom lip, giving it a quick, playful nip and he groans low in his throat.

I grow bolder after that. I love hearing how much he loves what I’m doing. His hand slips up the back of my neck, cradling the back of my head and angling my mouth so that he can claim more of it with his lips. I moan again as his tongue wraps around mine. Our bodies press together and I revel in the feeling of his muscles pressing against my curves.

I never want this kiss, this moment, to end. I want to feel him more fully between my legs. I want to rub against him, against that bulge that I can feel behind the zipper of his jeans, until we both find our release. I’m about to try to make that fantasy a reality when I hear laughter just outside the door.

I pull away from Arlo in a rush, taking a few steps back from him for good measure as the front door opens and Madelyn and Flynn both come back in, flattened boxes in their hands.

My eyes fly to Arlo as my fingers go to my lips. I can feel how red and swollen they are and I know that it’s going to be obvious what we were doing while they were away.

Arlo’s eyes are heated and locked on me. He never even looked away when they came in and that thought has heat coiling through me.

“Did you finish?” Madelyn asks me and I look at her with wide eyes.

“What?” I choke out.

“Inventory? Did you finish up the inventory?” She asks, giving me a weird look.

“Oh… yeah,” I say, my face flaming as red as my hair.

Arlo is grinning at me. He knows exactly what I was thinking and I look away from him before I can do something childish like stick my tongue out at him.

“Yeah, I’m all done here,” I say, heading for the front door to help them with the boxes.

“We’re just getting started,” Arlo whispers as I pass him and I gulp as every muscle in my body tightens deliciously.

I hope he’s right.

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