“Oh. Okay,” I whispered back to him. I had no idea why we were whispering.
I didn’t have a good reason not to let him kiss me. Well, there was always protection of the heart and all that. Really, though, given the grinder I’d already put mine through, it was a little late for that.
His lips brushed against mine. Such a soft touch. Up and down in the tiniest of motions, he grazed his mouth against mine. It was sweet, lovely, and a little weird. I’d never been kissed like this. Not by anybody. Every part of me yearned to press forward, to push for more. But at the same time, what he was giving me was so good. To rush him and his artistry would have been wrong.
His breath warmed my face and his fingers tightened around mine. I held perfectly still while he gently rubbed his lips against mine, doing what he wanted. The tip of his nose nudged my cheek, time and again, and my chest leaned against his. With what he was doing, I’d have been knocked on my ass otherwise. His kisses were hypnotizing.
When his lips opened a little, just enough to softly kiss my bottom lip, I swear I swooned. Over and over he kissed my lips, first the top then the bottom, the sides and the corner from where my smile started. No part was left untouched. My smile grew wider, my nipples hard and my loins Vaughan-addled. That’s a medical term.
He drew back slightly, smiling too. “You forgive me?”
“I’d have forgiven you without the kiss.”
“I know,” he said, still speaking softly. “The kiss was more for me.”
“Was it?” God, he was pretty. The prettiest man I’d ever met. “Do you believe in crazy at first sight?”
Lines creased his brow. “What?”
“I’m not down with the whole L-word and I don’t think this, whatever this is, is that. So don’t freak out and suddenly accuse me of being a stage-ten clinger or something, got it?”
“Okay.” He looked amused.
“But what if there was crazy at first sight? Because I think we have a credible basis for that.”
For a moment he just stared at me, obviously deep in thought. “I definitely thought you were crazy the first time I saw you, sitting in my shower in that dress.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And you do drive me crazy, sometimes.”
“Ditto.”
His tongue played behind his cheek. “I might be a little crazy about you too.”
“You definitely are about my breasts.”
“Your tits are world-class,” he said, hands flat on my back, pressing me harder against him.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“It’s more of an all-of-you thing, though, on the crazy front. Just so you know.”
I could only grin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He leaned his forehead against mine, getting closer. “What about you? I confessed. Come on.”
“I came up with the idea in the first place.”
“Doesn’t let you off the hook.”
I groaned. “Fine. I’m crazy about you too. Crazy in all the ways the word can be taken.”
“We’ve only got a few days,” he said, bringing all of the happy crashing to earth. Suddenly the sun didn’t shine. The earth didn’t spin. Everything was fucked.
No. I wouldn’t let it be.
“I know. I mean, I know this isn’t a permanent thing for either of us.” Something inside of me screamed denial. “It’s more of a crossing of paths on the great journey of life.”
“Right.” He kissed me lightly once more. “Doesn’t mean I’m not crazy about you.”
“I know.”
“And about what you said,” he started, gazing off over my shoulder. “I know you were trying to help. I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
His hands rubbed my back, then he set me loose, exhaling hard. “Unless you want to go hit the mattress with me right now, I better take a breather. Go finish the car, start on mowing the lawn and shit.”
I looked down. Yes, something was definitely hardening in the front of his pants. Huh. We hadn’t even used tongue. And they said romance was dead.
Time on the mattress sounded great, but while we were short on time, I also didn’t want to rush things. What if we had sex and then the build-up, the rush of all those good hormones and hopes and dreams through my, body was over? No. We needed to take it slow. Man, it was so hard to judge the ins and outs of this situation.
“I’ll let you go do your jobs,” I said in a rush, moving back from him a little.