Page 68 of Don't Date A DILF

“Good,” I said quickly, cupping his jaw. “It was good, Clark.”

“Oh.”

“Good enough I was thinking… Maybe we could do it again.”

He drew a sharp breath, gaze flicking around my kitchen before lighting back on me. “No one’s here to see.”

“We are.”

The words dropped heavy between us, seeming to suck all the air out of the room.

Our eyes locked, and there was no denying the thrum of tension between us. My pulse quickened and my stomach swooped. And before I knew what I was doing, I’d leaned in.

I held myself back from stealing another kiss though. Once was enough. I needed to know Clark wanted it too. I hovered close, watching the play of emotions over his face. Surprise, uncertainty, then lust.

Clark surged forward with a desperate sound, lips crashing into mine. Kissing me.

This time without an audience or an excuse.

He gripped my shoulders, clinging to me as I dipped my tongue into his mouth and tasted him again. There was no pretense here. The kiss was wild and frantic, Clark anything but shy tonight as his tongue met mine, swirling and stroking.

His glasses got in the way, and I paused long enough to take them off and carefully set them aside. Then I grabbed his waist and lifted him onto the kitchen counter, stepping forward between his spread legs. His fingers sank into my hair as I kissed him again, deeper, harder, head spinning with how damn good it was. When was the last time I’d kissed someone like this? I couldn’t even remember. Years ago.

I slid my hands under that big sweatshirt. Watching him walk around in my clothes all night had been driving me crazy. Catching that glimpse of his bare torso when he changed, his skin pale but firm, a light sprinkling of hair that somehow made him sexier, had been calling to me. I ran my index finger through the trail of fuzz below his navel and he quivered.

When I slid my hand up over his chest, I didn’t care that there was no softness. The firm muscle tipped with small, hard nipples sent a flash of lust through me. I pinched one between my fingers, rolling it as Clark moaned into my mouth.

Above us on the second floor, something crashed to the floor. A second later, Toby called out, “Sorry! It’s fine!”

Clark pushed me back, breathing hard, eyes wide. “What the heck are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted, a heavy pulse of lust still thudding in my cock. I wanted to drag him into another kiss, but he looked ready to bolt. “Whatever feels right?”

He hopped down from the counter with a shake of his head. “How can this be right? You’re not into men. You’re just…confused. This whole fake-dating thing is confusing.”

“I could be into you,” I challenged. “I am into you, I mean.”

“I should go.” Clark grabbed his glasses and started toward the living room. I trailed him, head too chaotic with what had just happened to find the right words to reassure him.

“What about the roads? The sleet…”

He grabbed his coat from the hook. “I’ll go slow and it’ll be fine. My house isn’t far.”

I bit down on a protest. I couldn’t act like an overprotective boyfriend when I didn’t even have the real boyfriend label yet.

“Clark.” I stopped him before he reached for the door. “I’m not playing games, okay? I like you. Why can’t we see where this goes?”

“I like you too,” he said softly, a vulnerable, scared look in his eyes. “I don’t know if…”

“What?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I didn’t expect this. I just need to think, okay? I can’t seem to do that when you’re close to me.”

“Shouldn’t that tell you something then?”

He smiled wryly. “It only tells me what I’ve always known.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek, then opened the door, letting cold air sweep in that stung almost as much as his departure. “Goodnight, Hunter.”

I watched from the window while he started his car, let it defrost, then drove away. For ten minutes or more, I was frozen there, locked in the turmoil of his reaction. He’d kissed me like a man who wanted everything. But he’d also raced out of here like he was the one afraid of jumping into the unknown.

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