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And before you go and get all judgy on me? I’m a woman who has an affinity for hotties with a Y-chromosome.
Sue me.
And I could tell that this guy wasn’t interested in anything serious.
The good news? Neither was I.
“You’re good to go,” he said with his grin still in place, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.
“Replacing that washer must've given you quite a workout, huh?” I asked him, feigning innocence.
He looked back over at me, the smile stretching even further across his face. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, you just look like you could use some ice-cold water,” I shrugged. “That’s all.”
“I’ll take some water,” he replied quietly, leaning up against the counter.
I broke the minor eye-fucking thing we had going there for a second, and made my way over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass. After it was filled, I hopped up on the same counter top that he was still leaning against and handed it over.
Jason’s eyes made their way down my tanned legs again as he raised the icy glass up to his full lips, drinking the offered beverage.
I rubbed my palms over my thighs for bonus points, masquerading it as a nervous gesture.
He replied with a loud swallow, breaking the glass-and-lips contact to give me an almost sheepish look.
“No worries, I’m a loud swallower too.”
That’s when he nearly dropped the glass. And before our flirtatious dialogue turned into something from a porn video, I decided it was time for a little action.
Hopping off of the counter, I made the entire two foot distance between us and took the glass of water out of his hand. Keeping eye contact with him the entire time, I took a long swallow from it.
I think this is what I loved about everything sexual: the control of it.
The power.
I thought of myself as someone who was comfy with my overall sexuality, and I also loved to tease a little bit. But with the way good ol’ Jason was looking at me now, he was ready to move past the teasing stage.
He stood up to his full height, his chest brushing the backs of my fingers as they maintained their hold on the glass. My eyes widened a bit as I watched him lean in, thinking that he was going for the kiss. I promptly closed them, and waited.
But his lips never did touch mine.
My eyes were still shut when I felt a hard suck on the side of my neck. Gasping and reacting, I took a step back and found my back up against Lindsey’s granite counter. Jason’s arms were now on either side of me, trapping me and turning me the hell on.
> His mouth was now apologizing, as his tongue soothed the now-tender spot that was just below my ear. He then made his way to the underside of my jaw, nipping and licking.
I arched my neck to give him easier access, but apparently he was done with my neck, for now, because his hand reached back and very softly gripped my hair and tilted my head back down to eye-level.
Licking my bottom lip when he leaned back in, I fully expected an actual kiss this time. And still, he didn’t deliver. Instead, he kissed the corner of my lips.
I seriously loved the way his stubble felt on my skin, I’d decided. That was when I tried to take the moment into my own hands and went in for the kill.
I was almost to his mouth when his hand fisted even tighter in my hair, preventing me from closing the mere centimeters I had left. He pulled back, letting go of my hair, and looked at me with raised eyebrows and a confident smirk.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked.
I matched his smirk with one of my own and upped the wattage. “Well actually, what I had in mind was some lip-to-lip action. Know what I mean? So, if you don’t mind…”
“Well, had I known that,” he confessed mischievously, “I would have brought my tip jar.”
