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He’s massive and towers over me at 6’4”. He has dark hair that curls around his ears. Gray eyes that pierce my soul. Toned shoulders. Trim waist. And his face. God. The high cheekbones and sharp jawline makes me think God molded him himself. The toned planes of his chest push against the fabric of his plain white t-shirt. Even the salt-and-pepper five o’clock shadow is making my insides quiver.
How can someone manage to look this good after more than 24 hours of work?
Tension between us was high from the beginning. I kept catching him stealing glances at me, watching my chest, legs, and everything in between.
So when the moment presented itself, I grabbed it. Grabbed like I’ve never grabbed anything in my life.
Explosions pop in my head when his lips meet mine. It starts out slow but eventually becomes urgent and demanding. He coaxes my lips to part and plunges his tongue into my mouth, making me grab his shoulders for support.
My whole body is on fire and something feels so hollow and aching in my apex. I need him. This kiss won’t be enough. After years of lusting after him, it will never be.
The rain outside continues to pound the roof and windows with increasing force. It’s still dark around us. But I don’t care anymore. Everything fades away except him and the feel of his mouth exploring mine.
He cups my ass and lifts me, letting me wrap my legs around his waist and putting my entrance right in front of his cock. Judging by the thick ridge, he’s massive EVERYWHERE. And shit, that thought alone makes something warm gush from down there. I’m wet, too wet. And all from a kiss.
I startle when thunder booms but he holds me securely against his chest.
The light flickers back on, and we hear the buzz of the refrigerator. He pulls back slowly, both of us breathless. This close, I see his half-lidded gaze and flushed face. He’s just as aroused as I am.
Neither of us shows any sign of letting go, but he seems to remember something because he shakes his head and smiles. “I don’t think you can go home yet. The road’s not safe.”
“I know. I don’t have any choice but to stay here, I guess.”
Something passes across his face, and when he speaks, his voice drops an octave. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
I squeeze his biceps lightly so he’ll put me down. Shaking my head, I tell him, “You don’t have to do that. You’re tired from your shift.”
He considers that for a moment, but he’s too much of a gentleman. He turns to walk to the kitchen. “No. I’ll stay here.”
Biting my lip, I peer up at him under my lashes. “We can share the bed. It looks big enough for two.”
He whips his head to stare at me, eyebrows drawn together. “Why?”
With his full gaze on me, I feel exposed and vulnerable. I dart my eyes to the storm outside, the rattling windows, and everywhere except his face. “I mean, we both deserve a good night’s sleep.”
Andrew turns and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Do you think I can sleep knowing you’re beside me?”
My face heats up and I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling that now-familiar arousal crashing into me again. “We could try?”
Just then, I jump at the shrill ring of my phone. I grab it and see it’s my dad.
Oh no. I totally forgot about him.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Hello, Dad?”
Andrew’s entire demeanor changes, as if he just remembers about my dad too. He continues to head to the kitchen as I sag on the sofa.
“Ands? Where are you? I hope you’re not on the road. The storm’s crazy.”
“No, no. I’m not. I’m still in Andrew’s house actually. We were in the middle of the interview when the storm got bad and the power went out.”
“Oh, crap. Power’s not yet back on?”
“No, no. It’s back now. But yeah, can’t leave yet. The wind’s too strong for me to drive and I probably can’t see shit.”
“Language.”
