stops to hover over my lips without touching them. Holy mother of God, I might have reached an orgasm, and he’s not even technically kissing me yet.
“Do you give up?” he asks in a low voice.
“Never,” I say back to him and loop my arms around his neck.
“Have it your way then.”
I feel the faintest trace of his smile against my lips when he finally starts to kiss me, slowly and with smooth deliberation. His tongue gradually seeks entrance, and I open for him with ease. He deepens the kiss by lightly tugging on the back of my hair so that he can angle his mouth over mine completely. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, the way he’s taking his time exploring my lips, caressing my tongue with his and savoring every second.
This is what it feels like to be kissed properly and thoroughly. And the only coherent thought that races through my mind is that I’ve kissed a lot of frogs in my lifetime, but this— nothing has ever been quite like this.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
You have got to be shitting me. The freaking Chinese delivery guy has to start ringing the doorbell just as we’re finding our groove. Really?!
Alex reluctantly breaks off the kiss but doesn’t budge to answer the door. It rings again, and he unleashes a gratified expression, dimples and all, while I’m struggling to make sense of what I just let happen.
“I win, and don’t you dare think of running on me,” he warns.
“Um …”
“I like you all tongue-tied — should make for an interesting evening,” he says.
He lets me go then and turns on his heel to answer the door. I’m left standing there trying to rationalize how I got myself into this predicament. I steady myself on the bedpost and look in the direction of where he disappeared to, my brain going in every direction and my body still humming from the few moments of nirvana that it got to experience.
Oh, shut up! I already know, and you’re right, I should have known better than to take the tour that would lead to his bedroom. Don’t you think I know that I was about five minutes away from showing him the granny panties? Trust me, I do, I soooo do.
“Julia?” Alex calls out to me from the living room.
“I’ll be right there.”
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuckity fuck shit!
Okay. I’m just going to go back out there and play it off as a moment of weakness, have dinner with him, and then I’ll get the hell out of here.
I start toward the bedroom door, giving myself a quick pep talk before reaching the hallway: Julia, you CAN do this. You will NOT sleep with him.
Yes you will.
No I won’t.
Yes you will.
“No, I won’t!”
“Did you say something?” Alex asks, stepping into the hallway just a few feet away from me.
“Nope, I’m coming,” I lie, quickly recovering and striding with fake confidence right past him.
You bet your ass you will. In more ways than one.
CHAPTER TEN
I ’m not used to being this anxious. Men in general don’t usually make me nervous. Dating has always been a natural progression kind of thing for me. Perhaps it’s from growing up outnumbered in the male department that helped shape this part of me—two brothers and my dad, versus my mom and me. However I got to be so comfortable around the guys has been a blessing in the past. I’ve been able to hold a conversation and be charming and funny without a second thought. So this thing with Alex that I’m feeling is something entirely foreign to me.
Let me paint a picture for you.
He’s sitting to my left at the kitchen island. Open Chinese food cartons are lined up in front of us, and we’re eating straight out of them. When we decided that, I have no idea because I was too busy scheming in my head how I was going to get out of here unscathed. For once, I thank the Lord above that my hair can act as a veil and covers the side of my face that he’s currently boring holes into with his eyes. On top of all of that, I’m having the worst time with these goddamn chopsticks,
“Do you give up?” he asks in a low voice.
“Never,” I say back to him and loop my arms around his neck.
“Have it your way then.”
I feel the faintest trace of his smile against my lips when he finally starts to kiss me, slowly and with smooth deliberation. His tongue gradually seeks entrance, and I open for him with ease. He deepens the kiss by lightly tugging on the back of my hair so that he can angle his mouth over mine completely. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, the way he’s taking his time exploring my lips, caressing my tongue with his and savoring every second.
This is what it feels like to be kissed properly and thoroughly. And the only coherent thought that races through my mind is that I’ve kissed a lot of frogs in my lifetime, but this— nothing has ever been quite like this.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
You have got to be shitting me. The freaking Chinese delivery guy has to start ringing the doorbell just as we’re finding our groove. Really?!
Alex reluctantly breaks off the kiss but doesn’t budge to answer the door. It rings again, and he unleashes a gratified expression, dimples and all, while I’m struggling to make sense of what I just let happen.
“I win, and don’t you dare think of running on me,” he warns.
“Um …”
“I like you all tongue-tied — should make for an interesting evening,” he says.
He lets me go then and turns on his heel to answer the door. I’m left standing there trying to rationalize how I got myself into this predicament. I steady myself on the bedpost and look in the direction of where he disappeared to, my brain going in every direction and my body still humming from the few moments of nirvana that it got to experience.
Oh, shut up! I already know, and you’re right, I should have known better than to take the tour that would lead to his bedroom. Don’t you think I know that I was about five minutes away from showing him the granny panties? Trust me, I do, I soooo do.
“Julia?” Alex calls out to me from the living room.
“I’ll be right there.”
Fuck shit, fuck shit, fuckity fuck shit!
Okay. I’m just going to go back out there and play it off as a moment of weakness, have dinner with him, and then I’ll get the hell out of here.
I start toward the bedroom door, giving myself a quick pep talk before reaching the hallway: Julia, you CAN do this. You will NOT sleep with him.
Yes you will.
No I won’t.
Yes you will.
“No, I won’t!”
“Did you say something?” Alex asks, stepping into the hallway just a few feet away from me.
“Nope, I’m coming,” I lie, quickly recovering and striding with fake confidence right past him.
You bet your ass you will. In more ways than one.
CHAPTER TEN
I ’m not used to being this anxious. Men in general don’t usually make me nervous. Dating has always been a natural progression kind of thing for me. Perhaps it’s from growing up outnumbered in the male department that helped shape this part of me—two brothers and my dad, versus my mom and me. However I got to be so comfortable around the guys has been a blessing in the past. I’ve been able to hold a conversation and be charming and funny without a second thought. So this thing with Alex that I’m feeling is something entirely foreign to me.
Let me paint a picture for you.
He’s sitting to my left at the kitchen island. Open Chinese food cartons are lined up in front of us, and we’re eating straight out of them. When we decided that, I have no idea because I was too busy scheming in my head how I was going to get out of here unscathed. For once, I thank the Lord above that my hair can act as a veil and covers the side of my face that he’s currently boring holes into with his eyes. On top of all of that, I’m having the worst time with these goddamn chopsticks,
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