her glance discreetly at me but she doesn’t move or say anything so I feel all right about it. She snuggles down into the couch deeper and adjusts the pillow under her head.
“You comfortable?” I ask quietly .
“Yeah. I am.” She smiles faintly. My thumb moves in slow, small movements over the blanket on her leg and I feel like I’ve gone to heaven. Maybe thirty-five and twenty-five aren’t so different.
It’s past eleven when the movie finally ends and I couldn’t tell you a damn thing about it. I was so caught up in Pepper being in my house, on my couch, legs over my lap , that I couldn’t pay attention to the movie at all. I could feel the heat from her body as my hand rested on her leg.
She yawns while throwing the blanket off her and stands stretching. “I need to use the bathroom before we leave ,” she announces.
“Yeah, sure, it’s that way.” I point behind her through the kitchen. I guess she’s not staying over. I was hoping she’d fall asleep. I could just leave her on the couch tucked in. Like that’s not creepy. Hey , fall asleep at my place so I can watch you sleep. Ugh. I need to get this fixation on her over and done with. Creepy me creeps me out.
“You ready?” she asks from the hall near the living room entrance .
“Of course.” I stand, grab my keys , and rub my eyes to wake me up before we head outside.
Her house is adorable. It’s a little cape that probably has two bedrooms and a bath. Perfect for being single. The yard is well maintained and there is a small front porch with a cute little “Welcome” sign over the door. Flowers line the house in colorful masses on either side of the porch. I shut the truck off and hop out before she has a chance to undo her seatbelt. Opening her door, I hold out my hand.
“Friends , eh?” she says and chuckles.
“I’m a considerate friend !” I say, feigning disdain.
“I wouldn't have it any other way!” she says , mocking my tone.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you at your car?”
“Nope. I'll walk to the gym tomorrow and drive it home then. No biggie,” she says.
We walk side by side to her front door and pause. I want to kiss her. Friends don’t kiss , though. She turns to me after her key is in the lock. Her lips curl upward in a half smile. Our eyes bore into each other’s and I dip my head until our lips are a whisper apart. Her breathing picks up and she intently watches me. Her eyes trained on mine and mine on hers, both of us puffing breaths onto each other’s mouths. It feels like every fiber of her body is crying out for me to just kiss her, but I don’t. She opens her mouth to say something and that's when I claim her mouth. I’m soft and gentle with her as she worships me with her kiss, demanding and giving all at the same time. I can’t help but melt into her just a little.
Then reality sets in. No, no, no! She pulls away, drawing in a calming breath and brushing the hair out of her eyes. Damn, she packs a killer kiss; it has my body tingling with awareness and begging for a lot more. I cross my arms over my chest and wait. I know she’s going to scold me. I just know it. I’m ready and I don’t care that I’m in trouble.
" Damnit, Sawyer! What the fuck was that?" she groans while staring at her feet.
"Just giving you a taste of what you're missing. You go on in and have a good night now," I reply smugly. I lift her chin so she’s looking at me, smile, and brush a feather-light kiss on her cheek, and then turn and walk back to the truck. She stands on the porch with her hand at her lips and an arm wrapped around her waist as I pull away. My body is on fire. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.
My mind races the entire drive home. What does she want? Why is she so resistant, cryptic? How do I get more of her? My motorcycle needs an oil change, the yard needs to be mowed, the house needs a good cleaning, and the shop needs me to catch up on paperwork. I have a thousand
“You comfortable?” I ask quietly .
“Yeah. I am.” She smiles faintly. My thumb moves in slow, small movements over the blanket on her leg and I feel like I’ve gone to heaven. Maybe thirty-five and twenty-five aren’t so different.
It’s past eleven when the movie finally ends and I couldn’t tell you a damn thing about it. I was so caught up in Pepper being in my house, on my couch, legs over my lap , that I couldn’t pay attention to the movie at all. I could feel the heat from her body as my hand rested on her leg.
She yawns while throwing the blanket off her and stands stretching. “I need to use the bathroom before we leave ,” she announces.
“Yeah, sure, it’s that way.” I point behind her through the kitchen. I guess she’s not staying over. I was hoping she’d fall asleep. I could just leave her on the couch tucked in. Like that’s not creepy. Hey , fall asleep at my place so I can watch you sleep. Ugh. I need to get this fixation on her over and done with. Creepy me creeps me out.
“You ready?” she asks from the hall near the living room entrance .
“Of course.” I stand, grab my keys , and rub my eyes to wake me up before we head outside.
Her house is adorable. It’s a little cape that probably has two bedrooms and a bath. Perfect for being single. The yard is well maintained and there is a small front porch with a cute little “Welcome” sign over the door. Flowers line the house in colorful masses on either side of the porch. I shut the truck off and hop out before she has a chance to undo her seatbelt. Opening her door, I hold out my hand.
“Friends , eh?” she says and chuckles.
“I’m a considerate friend !” I say, feigning disdain.
“I wouldn't have it any other way!” she says , mocking my tone.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you at your car?”
“Nope. I'll walk to the gym tomorrow and drive it home then. No biggie,” she says.
We walk side by side to her front door and pause. I want to kiss her. Friends don’t kiss , though. She turns to me after her key is in the lock. Her lips curl upward in a half smile. Our eyes bore into each other’s and I dip my head until our lips are a whisper apart. Her breathing picks up and she intently watches me. Her eyes trained on mine and mine on hers, both of us puffing breaths onto each other’s mouths. It feels like every fiber of her body is crying out for me to just kiss her, but I don’t. She opens her mouth to say something and that's when I claim her mouth. I’m soft and gentle with her as she worships me with her kiss, demanding and giving all at the same time. I can’t help but melt into her just a little.
Then reality sets in. No, no, no! She pulls away, drawing in a calming breath and brushing the hair out of her eyes. Damn, she packs a killer kiss; it has my body tingling with awareness and begging for a lot more. I cross my arms over my chest and wait. I know she’s going to scold me. I just know it. I’m ready and I don’t care that I’m in trouble.
" Damnit, Sawyer! What the fuck was that?" she groans while staring at her feet.
"Just giving you a taste of what you're missing. You go on in and have a good night now," I reply smugly. I lift her chin so she’s looking at me, smile, and brush a feather-light kiss on her cheek, and then turn and walk back to the truck. She stands on the porch with her hand at her lips and an arm wrapped around her waist as I pull away. My body is on fire. It’s going to be a long, sleepless night.
My mind races the entire drive home. What does she want? Why is she so resistant, cryptic? How do I get more of her? My motorcycle needs an oil change, the yard needs to be mowed, the house needs a good cleaning, and the shop needs me to catch up on paperwork. I have a thousand
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