Muscled arms drew her even closer as she pressed against his chest, feeling suddenly possessive of a woman he hardly knew. This was what had been missing from... everything! He felt like a massive void in him was suddenly filled, not even having realized he'd been missing anything till now. He'd had some good relationships, he'd had some good partners, but he'd never felt anything like this! He could already tell this woman was going to jade him, no matter if he took her to bed or simply became good friends with her. In his mind, she was the perfect woman.
He could have purred as her nails scraped along his scalp, tangling in his dark, unruly hair. His lips parted as she traced her tongue along his lip, his own tongue darting out to taste her. He could taste the beer on her lips, the jack in her mouth and just a hint of sticky sweet coke on her breath. He'd never tasted anything so delicious, so heady. He could get drunk off her lips, how was that even possible?
Her straightened slightly as she broke the kiss, gazing down at her. Even with her on her toes, he was still a head taller than her. His hand slipped from her hair, brushing back a stray strand from her face. He wasn't about to let her go if she wasn't taking the initiative to pull away. His arm tightened around her back slightly as a chuckle rumbled in his chest "I think that about sums it up" His pale gaze fell to her hand, watching it slid down his shoulder and across his chest. Suddenly he was very glad that he'd been blessed with a good body, and that he enjoyed keeping it in top shape.
He held her gaze for what felt like a lifetime before he cleared his throat, blinking. She had a pleasing glow about her, and it took him a moment to realize his vision was ever so slightly blurred. God damn beers! "I'm just drunk enough that I don't think I should be trying to read you for this... So, I'm handing the reins over... Your in charge here" Maybe he was reading her just fine and she really did want this as much as he did. But he wasn't willing to take that kind of a gamble when he knew his judgment was impaired, even a little. He might be missing some little tick of hesitation, or apprehension. It was safer to let her take control and make her own choice. He'd walk around on his head if she wanted it at this point.
.Seth.Johns.
.thirty.
.6'3". brown hair .blue eyes.
.1984 Cherokee XJ. Hunter Green.
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