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“Damn. Good job.”
“Then, later…” he leans closer, “I’d touch you just to hear the sudden intake of your breath and feel the tremors beneath your skin.” His lips brush against mine. “I’d kiss you just to hear you moan… and then I’d go down on you just to hear you scream.”
I sigh, softly shaking as my knees threaten to give. My hands rise to his waist. He puts a little pressure on my neck, tilting my face upward and I part my lips as he kisses me. It rocks my core, yanking me back to a simpler time and I take hold of him to draw him closer.
The doorbell rings and Will pulls back.
“Damn…” he whispers. “They’re fast.”
“I’ll hide out in here,” I say.
He cups my face and kisses me again, holding on for several seconds before letting go. I step back, moving deeper into the kitchen to stay out of view as he heads for the front door. Murmuring voices travel in from the living room but I can’t make out a single word over the intense pounding of blood in my ears.
The door closes again and Will returns with two thin boxes stacked in his hands.
“So,” I say, “about that blank slate…”
“To hell with it.”
He abandons the boxes on the counter and rushes over to take me in his arms again. He pulls me against him, gripping hard as he crushes his lips on mine. I throw my arms around his neck as my knees finally give out but his strong arms hold me up.
“I want you…” His voice rasps through his throat.
God, I want him, too. I want him to pick me up and carry me to his bed. I want him to touch me from head-to-toe and fuck me all night long like he used to. All of it. All of him. I want it all back the way it was before.
But that would be picking up where we left off. It wouldn’t be starting over like we agreed to do.
I place an open palm on his chest. “Will…” I say, putting pressure on him.
He inhales deep and lays his head on my shoulder. “I know,” he says, reading my mind. His grip loosens and he takes a short step back but he stays close to me. “It’s too soon.”
“Right,” I say, licking the moisture from my lips. “We should set some boundaries.”
He lays a hand on the counter. “Exactly. What are we thinking… first base? For now?”
“Maybe rounding first?” I suggest.
“Yes. Rounding. I can round.”
“Just no…” I take a calming breath. “Nothing that involves too much running and sweating.”
“Until we both agree that it’s time to run and sweat more.”
“Yes. That sounds smart.”
“I can do that.” He turns away and faces the counter, leaning into it with both hands.
I step to the side to keep a little distance and grab my beer can. The condensation drips along my fingers but it’s not enough to cool me down. A fresh, warm pizza scent invades my nose and tickles my empty stomach. I look at Will still staring at cabinet in front of him with his head down. One of us should say something…
“So, I guess we should continue with this date, right?” I ask.
He doesn’t look up. “It’s hard,” he says.
Sympathy clutches my chest. “I know but I really think that if we don’t play this safe this time, then—”
“No, I mean…” He glances over his shoulder at me. “It’s hard.”
I look down to his groin. “Oh.”
