Fuck. And he was worried I thought he was dumb. I’m the fucking dumb one. I start to pull away, already preparing to apologize, when Arlo’s trembling hand slides into my hair and his lips part under mine.
His sharp little intake of breath has heat coiling in my stomach. This is so bad and so wrong and so perfect and my hand is cupping Arlo’s jaw and my tongue is sliding past his plump, parted lips, and his breath is mingling with mine.
Flexing his fingers in my hair, he breaks away from me with a gasp. Wide, owlish eyes blink at me. “Is this real life?”
Reaching down, I pinch his arm, and he lets out a little yelp, then rubs the spot, glaring at me.
“I think so,” I say with a smirk.
“You kissed me.”
I nod. “Yeah.” Fuck, do I sound breathy? That’s fucked. “I’d like to do it again.”
Arlo’s eyebrows draw together. “Really?”
“I told you,” I say softly.
“You’re not fucking with me?”
I sigh. “Arlo, do you really think I’m the type of person to be that… I don’t know, cruel? Is that what you think I’m like?”
He slowly shakes his head. “Guess not.”
We sit in silence for a second, and my lips are still tingling with the aftershocks of our kiss.
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Okay?”
His tongue comes out, wetting his bottom lip. “Okay, you can do it again.”
My stomach swoops. I’m too damn old to be feeling like this. I cup his jaw, then draw him into me, sealing our lips together.
It’s no less devastating than the first.
He whimpers against my mouth, and the sound shoots right through me, thickening my cock and making my blood burn in my veins.
“Can I come home with you?” he murmurs against my lips. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. I promise I won’t make a big deal out of it.”
I wouldn’t mind if he did make a big deal of it. Which is fucking stupid of me. Really fucking stupid of me, but I can’t resist. I came here wanting someone to take home for the night, and that it’s Arlo? Fuck. Unreal.
“You can come home with me. But how about you drive us?”
He nods, inhaling a ragged breath. “I can do that.”
“Have you…” I trail off, not sure how to ask the question.
“What? Hooked up with someone before? Yeah. I’m not some blushing virgin.”
Thank fuck. I’m not sure I’d be able to live with myself if I took that from him. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”
Arlo
I’m nearly vibrating out of my skin as I follow Jasper into his house. I barely have time to check things out before he turns around and faces me. He lifts me into the air, forcing a gasp from my chest as he pins me to his front door.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you,” he mumbles, then slams his lips down on mine.
I can’t believe this is happening to me right now. I can’t believe Jasper—perfect fucking Jasper—has me pressed to his door, sliding his tongue into my mouth like he might die if he doesn’t.
