Page 43 of Searching for Bristol
The second his lips touched hers, Bristol was a goner.
She’d never kissed a man with a beard before, and the way it tickled her jaw and chin was almost as arousing as the feel of his hand moving around to her nape and his other arm tightening around her waist.
The next thing she knew, her feet were off the floor and he was lifting her, so she didn’t have to strain her neck to kiss him. She was held firmly against his body, and she could feel every inch. His hard chest, the way his arm flexed around her waist. His hard cock against her core. But it was his lips on hers that had her moaning deep in her throat.
The small sound seemed to inflame them both. This was no tentative first touch. Rocky kissed her with the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, and had no problem whatsoever taking it.
His head tilted and his tongue plunged inside her mouth, and Bristol immediately twined her own with his. She shoved her hands into his hair, holding him to her as they kissed as if their lives depended on it. Butterflies swam in her belly, goose bumps broke out on her arms, and she writhed in his grasp, wanting to get closer.
Rocky held her tightly as he kissed her. He nipped her lip, and Bristol reciprocated. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, loving that he was letting her take control of the kiss. Then it was his turn to groan as she nibbled his lip again.
She had no idea how long they’d been kissing when he lifted his head and stared at her. Because he was holding her up, they were nearly eye-to-eye. When he licked his lips, Bristol couldn’t help but look down at them.
“Damn, woman,” he breathed.
She couldn’t help it. She giggled.
“That was…” He paused before continuing. “Will you go out with me?”
Bristol was confused. “What, like a date?”
“Yeah, a date.”
“Um,yes?”
“I know we’re doing things a little backward, you moving in with me and all before I even asked you out on a date, but I like you, Bristol. So much. I want to continue to get to know you.”
Things like this didn’t happen to her, and she prayed she didn’t somehow mess it up. “Same, Rocky.”
“So…you’ll be my girlfriend?”
She giggled again, but nodded. “Yes.”
“And we’re exclusive?”
“Rocky, it’s not as if I’ve had men pounding down my door, wanting to go out with me.”
“Then they’re idiots. And weareexclusive,” he said firmly.
He hadn’t put her down, and Bristol had to admit that she loved being held by him. He still had one of his large hands on the back of her neck while the other one was locked around her torso, keeping her secure against him.
“One thing, though,” he said seriously. “I clearly don’t make what you do. Is that going to be a problem?”
Bristol frowned. “If you think I’m the kind of woman who would care about something like that, maybe we should stop whatever’s happening between us right now,” she said, a little more harshly than she’d intended.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized immediately, going a long way toward helping Bristol calm down.
“Can we sit and talk about this?” she asked.
He didn’t answer verbally, just immediately stepped toward her ultra-comfy suede couch. It was big enough to fit at least six people. There were plenty of nights she’d fallen asleep on its squishy cushions. He sat, gently placing her sideways on his lap, one strong arm around her back and the other across her thighs.
It was a little distracting to be this close, but it was hardly unwelcome. Still… “Um, maybe I should sit next to you instead ofonyou for this conversation?” she suggested.
“Nope. I like you right here. You know how many times I’ve thought about holding you like this over the last two weeks?” he asked.
Bristol blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now, you were saying?”
