clink our bottles together.
We sit in silence for a moment. Not an awkward silence, but an intense silence. The energy in the room has shifted again, and it ’ s buzzing loudly around us. I see the recognition on her face, and I know that she can feel it too. My lips are aching to touch hers and my hands are itching to feel her. I have to rub my head with my hands just to keep them occupied and keep them from wandering over to her side of the couch.
I see her fiddle with her fingers as though she is doing the same. She ’ s so beautiful in all the right ways. I no longer want to just fuck her. I want to caress her. I want to learn everything about her. I want to take my time on each and every part of her. And just by the look she is giving me right now, I can only imagine she may be feeling the same.
I ’ m new at this. I never had a deep urge for all that other stuff until right now, with her. Usually, I am the guy who says all the right things just to get into a girl ’ s pants. And maybe my brother is right about my past behavior, but I ’ m not so sure Max would even let that fly — she ’ s different. Yes, more mature than what I usually go for, but it has absolutely nothing to do with age.
“ Are you hungry? ” I ask, trying to concentrate on something other than what ’ s running through my mind right now.
She flings her head back. “ Ugh! Starving. I thought you would never ask. ”
I laugh. “ Good, because I can cook a mean steak. ”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Max
Kyle hops up from the couch like a little kid. It ’ s cute and endearing that he wants to cook for me. He continues to surprise me by the minute. Most guys his age would have jumped all over the chance to start a make-out session on the couch just now. The last couple of minutes were pretty intense. The more I try to tell myself to stay away, the more of him I want.
God, I don ’ t even know why I am entertaining the idea of doing anything with him. I ’ m going to be partnering up with his parents, for goodness sake! What would they think if they found out we were sexually involved? Would they tell me to leave? I have years on their son; would they blame me as the coercer? Or do they know of his past as his brother knows? There are just so many scenarios that could make this union go into left field.
Junior did warn me about this very thing. But to be honest, I am an adult and if anything were to go further than a friendship, it wouldn ’ t be all on Kyle — I know what I ’ m doing.
I take a seat at the kitchen table. I shake my head to myself from the thoughts that have been entering my mind. I can ’ t seem to control them, and the way Kyle works that kitchen is sexy as hell. He ’ s sure not helping any. He looks like a man on a mission who knows exactly what he is doing. And he ’ s cutting up vegetables with such precision that I can ’ t help but wonder what those hands could do to me.
“ Hey, over there! Do you want some help? ” I ask.
He ’ s now rubbing seasoning all over the steaks, concentrating extremely hard. The crease between his brows is adorable. “ How about you grab us some more beers? ”
“ Coming right up! ” I jump out of my seat and scoot behind him. Our shoulders rub as I pass him to get to the refrigerator. I feel him stiffen just as I do for a moment, and then he releases his muscles as I release mine.
The electricity between us has just intensified. If this happens with just an accidental touch, I can ’ t imagine how our bodies would react if it was purposeful. I shiver at the thought, and then a warm heat glides over the most sensitive parts of me. Shit! Not good. I have to stay in control. Why can ’ t I stay in control?
I pop off the tops and leave his beer next to him on the counter. His hands are covered in seasoning and meat juice. I turn on the sink, and he washes his hands off. “ Thanks, ” he says. Our eyes lock again. It ’ s like time halts and the rest of the world
We sit in silence for a moment. Not an awkward silence, but an intense silence. The energy in the room has shifted again, and it ’ s buzzing loudly around us. I see the recognition on her face, and I know that she can feel it too. My lips are aching to touch hers and my hands are itching to feel her. I have to rub my head with my hands just to keep them occupied and keep them from wandering over to her side of the couch.
I see her fiddle with her fingers as though she is doing the same. She ’ s so beautiful in all the right ways. I no longer want to just fuck her. I want to caress her. I want to learn everything about her. I want to take my time on each and every part of her. And just by the look she is giving me right now, I can only imagine she may be feeling the same.
I ’ m new at this. I never had a deep urge for all that other stuff until right now, with her. Usually, I am the guy who says all the right things just to get into a girl ’ s pants. And maybe my brother is right about my past behavior, but I ’ m not so sure Max would even let that fly — she ’ s different. Yes, more mature than what I usually go for, but it has absolutely nothing to do with age.
“ Are you hungry? ” I ask, trying to concentrate on something other than what ’ s running through my mind right now.
She flings her head back. “ Ugh! Starving. I thought you would never ask. ”
I laugh. “ Good, because I can cook a mean steak. ”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Max
Kyle hops up from the couch like a little kid. It ’ s cute and endearing that he wants to cook for me. He continues to surprise me by the minute. Most guys his age would have jumped all over the chance to start a make-out session on the couch just now. The last couple of minutes were pretty intense. The more I try to tell myself to stay away, the more of him I want.
God, I don ’ t even know why I am entertaining the idea of doing anything with him. I ’ m going to be partnering up with his parents, for goodness sake! What would they think if they found out we were sexually involved? Would they tell me to leave? I have years on their son; would they blame me as the coercer? Or do they know of his past as his brother knows? There are just so many scenarios that could make this union go into left field.
Junior did warn me about this very thing. But to be honest, I am an adult and if anything were to go further than a friendship, it wouldn ’ t be all on Kyle — I know what I ’ m doing.
I take a seat at the kitchen table. I shake my head to myself from the thoughts that have been entering my mind. I can ’ t seem to control them, and the way Kyle works that kitchen is sexy as hell. He ’ s sure not helping any. He looks like a man on a mission who knows exactly what he is doing. And he ’ s cutting up vegetables with such precision that I can ’ t help but wonder what those hands could do to me.
“ Hey, over there! Do you want some help? ” I ask.
He ’ s now rubbing seasoning all over the steaks, concentrating extremely hard. The crease between his brows is adorable. “ How about you grab us some more beers? ”
“ Coming right up! ” I jump out of my seat and scoot behind him. Our shoulders rub as I pass him to get to the refrigerator. I feel him stiffen just as I do for a moment, and then he releases his muscles as I release mine.
The electricity between us has just intensified. If this happens with just an accidental touch, I can ’ t imagine how our bodies would react if it was purposeful. I shiver at the thought, and then a warm heat glides over the most sensitive parts of me. Shit! Not good. I have to stay in control. Why can ’ t I stay in control?
I pop off the tops and leave his beer next to him on the counter. His hands are covered in seasoning and meat juice. I turn on the sink, and he washes his hands off. “ Thanks, ” he says. Our eyes lock again. It ’ s like time halts and the rest of the world
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