Page 13 of Brush Strokes


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"Sorry, lost in my thoughts for a minute there. Let's go, shall we?"

We walk down the three flights of steps in silence, arm in arm. Leading her to my car, a rental, like always. I open the door for her but pull her back before she can climb in. I catch her lips in a deliciously slow kiss, swallowing her slight moan when I lick against the seam of her mouth and flick at her tongue.

Behave, Cal.Still, when I pull away, I look longingly towards her apartment window.

"We could stay in, if you wanted," she says sheepishly, following my eye line.

For one very long moment, I consider it, fighting my baser impulses to throw her over my shoulder and run back and do all the things I’ve been imagining since the smell of her soaked into my beard and brain yesterday. But I promised Ezra I’d be a good boy, and she deserves better.

"No. I can't get to know you if I can't keep my hands off you, and I have to behave somewhat in public. So, to keep us both safe, we're going out."

The sound of her laughter is music to my ears, and enough to make the painful erection worth it.Down, boy.

There's a comfortable silence as we pull out of her apartment complex, only broken by my awareness of her staring at me.

"Something on your mind?"

"Actually, I was wondering what was onyourmind. When we were leaving my apartment, you seemed out of sorts."

"You checking on me, bláth fiáin?"

"Maybe. And I’m also just curious. But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, of course."

I think for a moment, tapping my finger on her wrist. I hadn't even realized I was holding her hand. It just feels that natural.I'm so fucked.

"I was thinking about how gorgeous you are."

She actually snorts. It’s funny and cute in equal measure.

"What?!"

"That is so corny!"

"It's true though!" I know how corny it sounds, and honestly, I’ve never been this guy before. But there’s something about her that makes me want to roll around in the flowers and sunshine.

"Yeah, okay," she says, laughing.

"I noticed that you don't wear a ton of makeup, and that you have nice skin. It's so dewy and smooth—"

"You're going to make a skin suit out of me, aren't you?" she deadpans.

"There's some lotion in the dashboard there. Would you mind grabbing it?"

She swats me and tries to hold her stomach as she laughs, but I refuse to let go of her hand. I don't know who I am right now. Her eyes cut to our hands and back to me with a smirk, seeming to find my refusal to relinquish her hand amusing.

"This is mine now," I say, bringing her hand up to kiss her knuckles. My lips have a mind of their own and continue to kiss along each finger. I nip at each tip and my cock jerks at her intake of breath when my tongue swipes between her fingers.

Focus, Cal.Jesus.

I clear my throat. "You haven't asked where we're going," I say, only just now realizing she hasn’t brought it up.

"Yeah, I should probably be more careful. Now I'm in the car with someone who wants to wear my skin as a suit,headed God knows where." She widens her eyes comically and scrunches her nose. "I honestly was maybe a little too distracted to even think of it."

"Distracted?"

"As if you don't know."

"Humor me," I say, honestly curious about what she might say.

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