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Daniel smiled, and I wanted to die.
“I’ve been gone for her from the first day we met,” he agreed. “So you’re not wrong there.”
“Tell me how it happened?” I asked.
“She tells it better.”
“I’ll have to ask her, then,” I managed to say.
Daniel nodded, mouth quirking into a smile. He was still so close, so warm, so real.
“I don’t know how this works,” he whispered. “With her living here now, with you…us. But I do know I want to kiss?—”
It was enough.
I closed the space between us and slanted our mouths together before Daniel could change his mind. He opened to me almost immediately, threading the fingers of one hand into the hair at the back of my neck and cradling my throat with the other. Daniel held me where he wanted me and licked his way into my mouth, spearing his tongue deep enough that I had to open wider to give him the access he was after.
“I knew it,” he mumbled.
“Knew what?”
“You’d taste like whiskey.”
“You just made me a drink,” I reminded him, nipping at his lower lip.
Fuck, it felt good to be with him again. A reprieve from…no. Not that, not anymore. Neil and Annette were gone, and I was well on my way to being over them. Now, Daniel was himself, and I was as much me as I could be. The kiss was familiar, but it was new, and…
“I remembered before,” he said against my mouth. “How you’d always taste like whiskey when we kissed.”
“And you always taste like toothpaste,” I whispered back, dragging my mouth to his chin and kissing him there. “No matter what.”
I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him again, whimpering when he pressed our bodies together and laid me out on the couch. It was like no time had passed between us, and Daniel nudged his thigh between my legs, pressing up hard against my cock and balls. I’d gotten painfully hard sucking him, and if he shifted his weight and moved an inch to the right, I would have come in my pants like a teenager.
“Wait,” I pleaded, reaching between us and shoving his leg back. “Not like this.”
Daniel tore himself away from my mouth and peppered kisses along my jaw and down the side of my neck. He reached my ear and sucked my lobe into his mouth, drawing an embarrassing moan out of me.
“Not like what?”
“Not with your future wife down the hall pretending to work so we can have time alone.”
“She would listen if you told her she could,” Daniel said with a low laugh. He pressed himself against me one last time beforedrawing back into a sitting position. He helped me up, and with an annoying heat to my cheeks, I adjusted my still needy cock so it didn’t look like I was trying to pitch a tent in the middle of their living room. “But we haven’t set that boundary yet, so I’m confident she has the door closed and is actually working. She wouldn’t begrudge us this.”
“I know, I just…” God, Daniel wasn’t going to make this easy. “If I do this again, I have to do it the right way.”
“And do you want to?”
No.
Maybe.
“Yeah,” I told him. “I think I do.”
CHAPTER 10
FINN
In the course of the night, I’d sucked Daniel’s cock, I’d kissed him senseless, and I’d drunk more than a reasonable amount. Between the liquor at dinner, the wine on arrival, and the follow up Manhattan, my head was not where I needed it to be in order to have whatever kind of conversation Daniel, Sophie, and I needed to have.
