“He knew I was going to kiss you, and he did it first.” Gunnar juts out his jaw and crosses his arms.
“I see, well...” I roll in my lips, thinking this is definitely the wrong time to laugh at him. “You could still kiss me, then you would have the last kiss instead of the first.” I give him a slight shoulder shrug. It’s no hardship for me.
Gunnar turns his head slowly to look at me, a rare smile blooming on his lips. “You’re right,” he acknowledges, and leans forward to place his lips tenderly against mine. He gives me several open-mouthed pecks, almost nibbling on my lips. It’s the last kind of kiss I would expect from him. I figured he’d be rough and demanding, but he’s the complete opposite. I curl my knee up to get a little closer to him on the couch. I can feel the scar across his lip as he presses his mouth against mine, and a shiver of desire has a shuddering breath leaving my lips.
This at-home sexy time is awesome. I don’t have to worry about my clothes getting stained from grimy walls and hands. I can actually be comfortable. I lean in a little more and part my lips, inviting him to take the kiss a little deeper, and he obliges.
A throat clears just as I reach up and feel the stubble on his jaw under my palm. I don’t break the kiss right away. I linger, giving him little pecks. When I do pull back, I stare up at Gunnar. I make a show of licking my lips. “See? Not so bad.”
Gunnar’s eyes are heavy-lidded as he returns my stare. “Point taken,” he murmurs softly. Swallowing, he adds, “Stay out of trouble until I get back,” in his normal rough, demanding tone.
I give him a mock salute, but say, “Not my boss, Kitten.” Gunnar growls then stands up. He glances over his shoulder before walking out the door and past Calix—he must have been the throat clearer.
I wink at Gunnar and give him a goodbye wave.
“Take your time!” Calix calls down the hall.
“Shut up!” Gunnar barks. Calix and I both snicker.
Chapter 27
The television is on, but I’m not even pretending to watch it. My head has been on Calix’s shoulder for the past five minutes. I’ve fallen asleep and woken up twice already.
I stretch out my legs and groan. “I’m going to bed.”
Calix hurries to grab the remote and turn the TV off. “Finally,” he mumbles, and pulls me up to stand.
“Why didn’t you say anything if you wanted to go to sleep?” I question around another yawn.
“Who said anything about sleep? I was giving you time for a catnap.” He tows me behind him, rushing until he reaches the bottom of the stairs. My steps are a little sluggish; I really am tired.
“If you’re looking for more than a soft mattress,” I tug my hand back and cross my arms over my chest, “I’m going to need some motivation.” I arch one eyebrow at him.
Calix wastes no time ripping his shirt off over his head and kicking his shoes off. His hands go right to the button on his jeans, and he pushes them and his underwear down his hips. His dick is already halfway hard, and it jerks up when I look at him, growing even harder as I stare.
“Impressive. I like your style.” We both knew it wouldn’t take much. “But I’m going to have to give you a low score on creativity.”
Calix steps over to me after kicking his jeans off his feet—all confidence and warm skin. “Creativity is for guys who don’t know how to use what they have.” He steps up even closer and places his lips near my temple. His skin is hot, burning up. I lean in and I feel his hardness nestled between us.
“You’ve got a point,” I concede, as I wrap my arms around his neck. In one swift move, Calix has his arms locked under my butt, and he hoists me up. I take advantage of the extra height, leaning down to kiss him roughly.
Calix makes his way over to the stairs and climbs them without putting me down. Once he steps foot in my room, he lowers me to the floor slowly. His dick ends up trapped between our bodies again. Reaching out, he plants his hand against the wall like he needs it to steady himself.
I step back as I reach down to take him in my hand. He’s hard and heavy against my palm. I tug a bit and watch Calix’s eyes close.
“Go over to the window,” Calix orders, slitting his eyes open and watching me. A smile tugs at my lips.
“You mean this window?” I saunter over to the same window I attached my dildo to.
“Take your clothes off for me, Dami.” It’s not really a request; his words are spoken too gravelly for that.
I lift my top off and reach behind me to remove my bra. Calix’s hand fists around his cock, and he gives it a few absentminded strokes.
I shimmy out of my jeans, bending all the way over so my ass is right up against the glass to remove the pants from my feet. When I stand, I have them in my hand, but drop them in a heap next to me.
“Beautiful,” he mutters to himself.
“Want to know a secret?” I whisper.
