He held perfectly still while she licked the rum from his chin. Not even his lungs moved. He felt them straining in his chest, trying to draw air, but the muscles wouldn’t give. In the kitchen, a stack of pots and pans that had been balancing in a drying rack rattled and crashed to the floor. Yeah, that was definitely her fault.
The record player skipped into an earlier groove.
He broke out in a sweat.
“Okay,” Brian said. “Just remember you said that.”
He stood up and shelled his t-shirt off. He tossed it over the back of the couch. His torso was long and lean. Bluish-black ink appeared in stark contrast to skin that didn’t see much of the Nevada sun. There were words to his favorite songs, a band around his upper arm, and an intricate depiction of a heart on his chest.
The tight neck of his tee shirt had done a number on his hair. He didn’t care.
Brian grabbed the undersides of Valerie’s knees and spun her lengthwise on the couch. He knelt between her thighs and hovered over her, gripping the cushions alongside her ears for balance. It would be easy to kiss her. He wanted to. He put his mouth so close that he felt her breath fanning across his skin. But he didn’t. Instead, he maneuvered himself lower and went to the rip in her shirt. He wasn’t going to ignore it anymore. The rip was wide enough for him to kiss her stomach and dip his tongue into her navel.
His arms trembled. Just when he started to mentally berate himself for an appalling lack of upper body strength, he realized his legs were shaking, too.
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The record player skipped into an earlier groove.
He broke out in a sweat.
“Okay,” Brian said. “Just remember you said that.”
He stood up and shelled his t-shirt off. He tossed it over the back of the couch. His torso was long and lean. Bluish-black ink appeared in stark contrast to skin that didn’t see much of the Nevada sun. There were words to his favorite songs, a band around his upper arm, and an intricate depiction of a heart on his chest.
The tight neck of his tee shirt had done a number on his hair. He didn’t care.
Brian grabbed the undersides of Valerie’s knees and spun her lengthwise on the couch. He knelt between her thighs and hovered over her, gripping the cushions alongside her ears for balance. It would be easy to kiss her. He wanted to. He put his mouth so close that he felt her breath fanning across his skin. But he didn’t. Instead, he maneuvered himself lower and went to the rip in her shirt. He wasn’t going to ignore it anymore. The rip was wide enough for him to kiss her stomach and dip his tongue into her navel.
His arms trembled. Just when he started to mentally berate himself for an appalling lack of upper body strength, he realized his legs were shaking, too.