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Fuck, I mutter as I watch myself get eaten by yet another member of the undead. You re pretty good at this. Who knew? Izzy places her controller on the coffee table, and I do the same. That was fun. You make me feel good, Holt. Before I was just existing, but now I m living. Every part of me feels alive around you. She clamps her lips shut tight as if the words slipped out without her permission. I d better get going. Her lids lower as she eyes the door, but her body is slow to get with the idea. You got another hot date? I hold back a grin. Maybe a chiropractor this time? Someone ready and willing to jump on your back for a while? She belts out a laugh, arching her long, pale neck, and it takes everything in me not to lean in and kiss it. Izzy is a work of art that s come to life. I ve always thought so, but on a night like tonight when she s just inches away, it makes me want to verify it by way of my mouth. You wish. She leans back and closes her eyes a moment. Come to think of it, a man who knows how to ease the tension in my aching muscles doesn t sound like such a bad idea. Crap. I can do that, I offer. Her eyes spring open. I give a mean massage. I might be lying, but, just in case I m not, I threw it out there. Her mouth falls open. That smile she s been wearing all night glides right off. Her chest rises and falls as her gaze meets up with mine. Let s see what you ve got, cowboy. Her eyes hook into mine. We stay that way for a minute without a breath exchanged between us. You sure? Yes. She perks to life, adjusting her back to me, and pulling her hair to the side. I place my hands over her shoulders and soak in the sensation. A current travels up my arms as I close my eyes and memorize the feeling. Izzy is warm and soft and everything I thought she would be. I start in slow, digging my fingers into her flesh ever so gently, and she sways, moaning as I increase the effort. I m willing to bet every hundred dollar bill I ve got on the fact this is Izzy s first massage, and I guess that covers whether or not she s a virgin. I shake my head at the idea. There s no way. She s too damn sweet and gorgeous to have held out this long. Not that I plan on asking for confirmation. That s one conversation I don t dare initiate with her. But if it s true, I m curious as to why. For sure it s not something I would have guessed a few weeks ago. Maybe she s saving it for the wedding night? You ever think of getting married someday? I whisper right over her ear, and both of us freeze. Shit. Really? No fucking filter. She turns her head. Are you proposing? Only if you re about to say yes. She laughs, and her back bounces. How about I take a rain check. I haven t quite mastered the fine art of dating. I think I should cross one relationship threshold at a time. Can t pretend like I m not happy about the rain check. How about you? She turns the question around. Do you hear wedding bells in the not-so- distant future? I don t know about that. I took away the chime from my parent s marriage, so I m pretty sure that disqualifies me from a happily ever after of my own or at least it should. Maybe I ll just wait for you to say yes. Her back bounces once again with a laugh. Izzy turns around, pressing those watery blue eyes into mine. I ll tell you a secret if you tell me one. My heart stops. Maybe this is it. Maybe she s about to unleash what s been eating at her all these years. I lean in until I can feel her breath on my face, warm and sweet like afternoon sunshine. Shoot. I m not cut out for relationships, Holt. Her lips press together. She tears up, ready to lose it. I watch as my reflection wobbles in both her beautiful eyes, and it makes me want to cry like a pussy myself. I m not even close to going there. Me either. The briefest smile plays on my lips. A beat of silence thumps by. Looks like we re on the same page. Looks like we are. I push in closer until our lips are less than an inch apart. But just in case. Her tongue does a quick revolution over her lips. You think you can teach me a few tricks? I mean if things ever get physical, I m not sure I d know what to do. She eyes my mouth, and I can t help but smile. I close my eyes and brush my lips over hers ever so softly. Like that? I was thinking more like this. Izzy dives over my mouth as if she s wanted a bite out of me all night long. But, the truth is, I m the one who s been craving her for as long as I can remember. Izzy tastes like sugar, so achingly sweet I never want this moment to end. I wrap my arms around her waist and gently pull her closer without ever breaking our stride. Izzy delivers moan after moan, straight down my throat, and I return the favor with longer, stronger groans. Her hands find my waist. Her fingers ride up my shirt, carefully padding along my chest. Izzy moves in slow, easy strides as she explores the landscape. If this were any other girl, I would have long since returned the favor. I d [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |