For a brief moment, we both stilled and stared at each other. My gaze dropped to his mouth, and his lips parted. There was no way I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I brushed my lips over his, barely more than a shadow of a kiss. For confirmation,I lifted my head and looked at George’s face. The need was clear in his eyes. I dropped again, but this time, more intentionally.
George parted his lips without hesitation, and my tongue slipped inside. His soft sigh spilled heat inside me. George hid nothing. Every bit of him was an open book. I knew he’d been peeking at me from behind his curtains since I moved in. I thought it was a quirk of living with a landlord who was virtually a stranger, but it seemed like maybe there was more to it now.
I shoved all my thoughts away so I could enjoy the singular pleasure of kissing George. His tongue twined around mine while my veins sizzled, anticipating more. George’s hand made its way to my chest, and his fingers lazily played with the nipple he could reach. I couldn’t remember the last time a simple kiss had torn me up like this. It was open-mouthed, wet, and fucking delicious.
The tart raspberry tangled with the sweet cream of my milk, coating my tongue and making me greedy for more. It was a heady combination. Even though I knew I shouldn’t take it too far, I couldn’t resist tasting him. Sadly, my lungs could only hold on for so long.
“Do I need to apologize?”
“For stopping?”
“For doing it in the first place.”
“Nope. Only the stopping part,” George answered with a sly grin. “If you’re not sure if you liked it, we could do it again. Practice makes perfect.” His voice had turned sing-song and happiness shone through him. He was sunshiny.Shit.
“So we’re clear, I’m not looking for a relationship or anything.”
“Okay.” George shrugged.Well, that was easy…maybe too easy.
“You’re okay with that? I don’t want to go back to my chest pump, but I don’t want to lead you on either.”
“Dude, can I call you dude?”
“Actually, I’d prefer you didn’t.”
“Okay, bro, it was a kiss, not a proposal. It’s fine.”
Cyrus: I’m at the store for the stripper solution. Need anything else?
George: Do you have so many strippers on the roster that you need a solution?
Cyrus: Is that a joke?
George: Yes.
Cyrus: It’s funny.
George: Thanks, I put a lot of effort into that one. I’ve been waiting since you caught me doing it wrong.
Cyrus: Is that another joke?
George: No, that one is legit.
Cyrus: It’s funnier as a joke. Do you have the wallpaper smoother?
George: The what now?
Cyrus: Nvm. You still want to help?
George: Yes! Should I get my own tool belt?
Cyrus: You don’t really need a tool belt for wallpaper.
George: You’ve shattered my dreams, Cyrus.
Cyrus: You’ll live, George. Maybe.
Cyrus: What if I get you your very own smoother?
