to,” I smile. I need to do something to break the tension. “Give me your jacket, you look like you’re not stopping,” I demand, smiling at his surprise. Yes that’s right, I’m not as meek as I was either!
He slips it off and hands it to me and I hang it on the hooks by the door. I’m so nervous, but I’m glad we haven’t ripped each other’s clothes off; I don’t want to rush things or regret them. But now it’s hanging in the air. We can’t move past it. I turn to face him. His once brown hair is now almost blonde from the California sun and his skin is golden. The bright blue eyes are the same though. He moves towards me again and slips his arm around my waist, pausing just to gaze into my eyes. Oh God, this is only going to go one way…
We stand face to face, drinking each other in. I love the fact that he is more or less the same height as me. I am 5’6” and he is no more than two inches taller. I’ve been used to looking up at men and I’d forgotten how lovely it is to be on the same level. I smile at him and he smiles back.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers.
“I never left.”
“I can’t believe I’m here then.”
“Better,” I smile. “Do you want a drink?”
“No.” Danny lifts his hand and strokes it from my temple, down across my cheek to the corner of my mouth, pausing briefly to circle the tiny silver stud beneath my lip. “I like this,” he whispers. Then placing a finger under my chin, he pulls my lips to his and kisses me deeply.
The kiss is less urgent this time, allowing me to take it in. He still tastes the same. I wonder if it’s strange to remember how a person tastes.
“Mmm,” I murmur involuntarily. This seems to ignite something in him and his tongue becomes more fervent as it caresses mine. Then he breaks our kiss. His eyes are alight.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Do I get my do-over?” he asks, flashing me a wicked look.
My breath catches in my throat. Briefly, I wonder if it’s too fast. But I know we can’t get past it, we have to see it through. I need to relax, I’ve dreamed of this opportunity for years, now I have it, I must make it count.
Breathe.
I nod and take his hand turning away to lead him.
“Uh uh!” he exclaims and dragging me back to him, he scoops me up into his arms. “This is MY do-over! Bedroom?”
I gesture past the kitchen and he carries me quickly through the door. Clipping my ankle on the handle as we go!
“Shit! Sorry!”
“Ow! My way would have hurt less!”
He deposits me onto my feet and I take an exaggerated limp to the bed.
“Are you okay?” He sits beside me and lifts my foot into his lap, sliding my shoe off and examining it carefully.
I can’t help laughing, his face is a picture!
“I’m teasing, you fool! But seriously, nice work with the do-over, I’m going to remember this for sure!”
“Right!” he growls, kicking off his shoes as he pushes my shoulders and I land on the bed giggling. He moves above me smiling.
“I’ll have to give you something else to remember then. His knee moves between my legs and I feel his erection pressing into my hip.
Okay, now he has my attention.
His mouth is on mine in an instant, and my nervous hysteria is forgotten.
I pull at the hem of his t-shirt and yank it up. He grabs it from the back of his neck and whips it over his head. God, he smells so good.
He lifts himself enough to find the zip on my hoody and fumbles to get it undone. It falls open and he sits up, tugging at one sleeve. As my arm slips out, he catches my wrist and stares at me in disbelief. Briefly, I wonder what I’m wearing underneath if he is that surprised, then I realise. My tattoos! Self-consciously, I try to pull my sleeve back on. I haven’t been with a man who’s not into this, since, well, him. I’m not used to feeling like I want to hide them.
“No, don’t,” he says in wonder, carefully lifting the fabric away from my body. He assesses the ink on
He slips it off and hands it to me and I hang it on the hooks by the door. I’m so nervous, but I’m glad we haven’t ripped each other’s clothes off; I don’t want to rush things or regret them. But now it’s hanging in the air. We can’t move past it. I turn to face him. His once brown hair is now almost blonde from the California sun and his skin is golden. The bright blue eyes are the same though. He moves towards me again and slips his arm around my waist, pausing just to gaze into my eyes. Oh God, this is only going to go one way…
We stand face to face, drinking each other in. I love the fact that he is more or less the same height as me. I am 5’6” and he is no more than two inches taller. I’ve been used to looking up at men and I’d forgotten how lovely it is to be on the same level. I smile at him and he smiles back.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he whispers.
“I never left.”
“I can’t believe I’m here then.”
“Better,” I smile. “Do you want a drink?”
“No.” Danny lifts his hand and strokes it from my temple, down across my cheek to the corner of my mouth, pausing briefly to circle the tiny silver stud beneath my lip. “I like this,” he whispers. Then placing a finger under my chin, he pulls my lips to his and kisses me deeply.
The kiss is less urgent this time, allowing me to take it in. He still tastes the same. I wonder if it’s strange to remember how a person tastes.
“Mmm,” I murmur involuntarily. This seems to ignite something in him and his tongue becomes more fervent as it caresses mine. Then he breaks our kiss. His eyes are alight.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Do I get my do-over?” he asks, flashing me a wicked look.
My breath catches in my throat. Briefly, I wonder if it’s too fast. But I know we can’t get past it, we have to see it through. I need to relax, I’ve dreamed of this opportunity for years, now I have it, I must make it count.
Breathe.
I nod and take his hand turning away to lead him.
“Uh uh!” he exclaims and dragging me back to him, he scoops me up into his arms. “This is MY do-over! Bedroom?”
I gesture past the kitchen and he carries me quickly through the door. Clipping my ankle on the handle as we go!
“Shit! Sorry!”
“Ow! My way would have hurt less!”
He deposits me onto my feet and I take an exaggerated limp to the bed.
“Are you okay?” He sits beside me and lifts my foot into his lap, sliding my shoe off and examining it carefully.
I can’t help laughing, his face is a picture!
“I’m teasing, you fool! But seriously, nice work with the do-over, I’m going to remember this for sure!”
“Right!” he growls, kicking off his shoes as he pushes my shoulders and I land on the bed giggling. He moves above me smiling.
“I’ll have to give you something else to remember then. His knee moves between my legs and I feel his erection pressing into my hip.
Okay, now he has my attention.
His mouth is on mine in an instant, and my nervous hysteria is forgotten.
I pull at the hem of his t-shirt and yank it up. He grabs it from the back of his neck and whips it over his head. God, he smells so good.
He lifts himself enough to find the zip on my hoody and fumbles to get it undone. It falls open and he sits up, tugging at one sleeve. As my arm slips out, he catches my wrist and stares at me in disbelief. Briefly, I wonder what I’m wearing underneath if he is that surprised, then I realise. My tattoos! Self-consciously, I try to pull my sleeve back on. I haven’t been with a man who’s not into this, since, well, him. I’m not used to feeling like I want to hide them.
“No, don’t,” he says in wonder, carefully lifting the fabric away from my body. He assesses the ink on
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