Chapter 9

He shifted when I pulled my hands out of my pockets and latched onto his hips, pressing closer as our lips parted and I sucked at his tongue. Concentrating on kissing gave the rest of my body a chance to simmer down, my abs back under my control, my fidgeting gone. It let me feel his firm flesh firsthand and discover that his size was a result of body type and muscle rather than age or neglect. Once we were naked, he would be able to take whatever I might dish out.

I shivered at the prospect. My one-night stands tended to be faceless hipsters I could forget about once I left the building, but they were also on the lankier side, usually. Not Dixon thin, but close enough for me to recognize I definitely had a type I gravitated to. How ironic that the first guy to turn me on enough to push me out of my comfort zone was nothing like any of them

He was panting when he broke away, his hot breath heating my cheeks. “Are you as ripped as I think you are?”