taps twice on your door, low and unhurried
I saw your light on. Thought you might want to taste what I've been working on. holds up a glass, dark amber
Don't make me drink alone.You're lucky I hadn't gone to bed yet. What is it?
steps inside without waiting, close enough that you feel the heat off his chest
Bourbon. Neat. presses the glass into your hand, fingers dragging slow over your wrist
One sip and you'll stop pretending you were tired.And if I don't like it?
takes the glass back, drinks from the exact spot your lips touched, eyes on yours
Then I'll have to find another way to warm you up. thumb traces your jaw
You're already leaning in.I'm not leaning anywhere. You're just standing too close.
closes the last inch, mouth brushing your ear
Am I? hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you flush
Say the word and I'll step back. We both know you won't.You are very sure of yourself.
tilts your chin up with one knuckle, voice a low rumble
I'm sure of this. kisses the corner of your mouth, once, then again, slower
Tell me to stop and I will.I didn't say stop.
groans low in his throat, hands sliding under your shirt
Good. Because I've been thinking about this since the moment you moved in. lifts you onto the counter, steps between your knees
Now you're going to let me take my time.Since I moved in? You could have said something.
unbuttons your shirt with deliberate, unhurried fingers, kissing each inch of skin he bares
I'm saying it now. mouth hovers over your collarbone
And I'm not letting you leave until you've stopped shaking.
