“I have to work,” he tells me.
“Do that,” I say. “But next time I text you, you fucking answer, okay, cowboy?”
He nods.
“And when Sunday rolls around, you better have your fucking door unlocked. Got it?”
He nods again.
“Good,” I say. “My work here is done, then.” I turn to Gloria. “See you later, gorgeous.”
She cackles and waves at me, and I plant one more last minute kiss on Bentley’s lips before I open the door and walk out.
Peyton has a huge grin on her face when I walk past her and she calls, “It’s about dang time!”
Yeah, I knew she was outside that door the entire time.
We text throughout the rest of the day, and things feel normal again between us, but neither one of us mentions the kiss, and I wonder if he’s pretending it didn’t happen? God, he better not be. I want so much more with him, and if he tells me we’re just friends I will fucking lose it. I have to taste him again, feel those full, chapped lips against mine, be surrounded by his rain and ocean scent, his soft beard against my palms, hear his sexy as fuck moans.
But the second Marble and I enter his apartment Sunday morning, it’s like all the courage I had Saturday when I walked into his workplace is gone. I’m feeling more nervous than ever, and I don’t know what to do. Should I ask if I can kiss him again? Should I back off and try to let him lead? Should I just not say anything? Do we have a DTR? God, do people even do those any more?
He’s smiling when he sees us, so there’s that at least, and his cheeks are flushed as he holds his coffee cup in both hands and shuffles his foot around. It’s pretty endearing actually, watching this big bulk of a man be so flustered.
“You uh, wanna watchSupernatural?” I ask, because I don’t know what else to say.
He hesitates, then nods, and we settle on the sofa with Marble. I grin when Bentley picks Marble up and sits down as close to me as humanly possible, our legs and arms touching, and sets Marble on his lap.
“This okay?” he asks, and I grin, reaching for his hand and lacing his fingers with mine. His breath hitches, but then he’s gripping my hand in his and squeezing gently.
“Is this?” I ask, and he nods, his blush returning. God, Iwant to kiss him. Fuck, I want to climb him like a tree and make out until I can’t feel my lips anymore, but maybe he needs to take things a little slower, so I rein myself in and try to enjoy what we’re doing, because just having him sitting this close to me, breathing him in, having his big, warm hand in mine, is making goosebumps erupt all over my body, and my dick twitch in my sweats.
Bentley is wearing lounge pants, too, and a plain white T-shirt, and he looks so fucking cuddlable, but like I said, baby steps.
About thirty minutes into the first episode I have to pee, but I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to lose this closeness with him, so I wait for the episode to end and then reluctantly make my way to the bathroom when I can’t possibly hold it in anymore.
When I come back out he’s got another episode ready to go and I sink back down next to him. His hand finds mine immediately and I grin. I’m probably gonna have to watch these episodes again because I am way too distracted by his proximity to me to pay a lick of attention, and my skin is fucking electrified. Fuck, if just this amount of contact has my body reacting so strongly I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be naked with him. Just the thought has my cock jerking and me suppressing a groan.
He slouches down a few minutes into the show and rests his head on my shoulder, Marble hopping off his lap and lying down again on the ottoman, his hand still in mine, and I fucking melt. To have this big, strong, tender sweetheart of a man snuggling up with me is making my heart go crazy, and I almost whimper at the feel of his hair tickling my jaw and neck.
Shit, I’m so fucking hard already and we’re barely touching. I know he can see my dick tenting in my pants, and even though we kissed once already and there’s clearlysomething happening between us, I’m still nervous that him seeing me aroused by his proximity will scare him away. He’s not moving though and it’s been several minutes, and when I glance over I see him tenting in his pants, too.
Fuck, he’s big. My hole spasms and I fucking gasp as I think of that big, beautiful cock being burried inside me. God, I want it so bad. I want everything with him. I’m about to open my mouth and say something when I hear him snoring softly.
Well, shit. I can’t wake him up when he’s asleep against me, but I’m so desperate for him I can’t stand it. I last ten more torturous minutes before I give up and nudge his cheek with my shoulder.
“Mmmm,” he grunts.
“Hey, cowboy, you fell asleep,” I murmur into his hair, my heart thrashing and my skin prickling. I’m about point two seconds away from mauling him when he tilts his head and those beautiful blue eyes are staring into mine. “You wanna keep watching?” I ask, my voice husky.
He doesn’t say anything, just reaches his big hand up and cups my cheek, before he closes the space between us and his lips capture mine.
Oh, God. Just the feel of his lips on mine again is making my body light up. My dick is oozing precum as a zing of pleasure shoots straight to my aching balls. I grip his shoulder and kiss him back hungrily. He turns so his body is facing me and he’s on his knees now, tilting my head back and shoving his tongue down my throat.
Fuck. I moan as my dick jerks and our tongues tangle. He pushes forward and I fall onto my back on the sofa, him between my splayed thighs as we make out. Our hands are everywhere, touching, seeking, searching, running along each other’s arms and down each other’s torsos, and througheach other’s hair. God, his hair is just as soft and silky as I imagined it would be.
Kissing this man is everything, and I’m so turned on that when he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, I gasp and pull away, because holy fuck.
“Wait, wait,” I say, trying to catch my breath. He stares at me and sits back.
