arm behind me on the couch, though perhaps a mite more warily than before. “Hey! You’re kinda cute. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Bubba.”
This time, he leaned even closer. and I gazed into his eyes. They were just brown eyes, dark in the dim light of the little alcove. But there was something in them that was hot and sexy and probably had the unique property of being able to melt underwear. No wonder he had no difficulty getting girls. I dropped my gaze so I wouldn’t get any stupid ideas from those eyes—like hoping this wasn’t entirely role-playing. But from so close, I could see the texture of his beard, which he kept short. It was shiny and looked so appealing. I wanted to rub my cheek against it to discern the precise texture. His lips were red and full.
For a heat-stopping moment, I wondered, in a visceral way, what it would be like to kiss a mouth like that. Or that mouth specifically. Bubba’s mouth. I could picture it happening so clearly. I swallowed.
“Very good,” Bubba said softly. “Not talking works for you.” He reached up a thumb and stroked my jaw.
“You want me to not speak?” I asked doubtfully.
“If you look at the guy like that, you don’t have to say a word.” His gaze was on my lips now. The swirls in my belly exploded, and my skin got hot.
“I should say something though,” I said with a nervous titter. “Wouldn’t want him thinking I’m not paying attention. So, um…. Hi. I’m Sean. I like your beard.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have said beard. That obviously applied to Bubba and not a general guy at a party.
But Bubba went with it. “Yeah?” He took my hand and placed it on his face, then sort of rubbed his beard against it.
I got erect so fast, my head swam. Oh dear. Oh fuck. Was that supposed to happen during role-playing? I was pretty sure the answer was a resounding no.
My fingers curled around his jaw and rubbed. It was as if they had a mind of their own. “Soft,” I whispered.
He moved his large hand to my shoulder and stroked my collarbone through my T-shirt with his thumb—back and forth. Oh my God. It was different from his massage touch. Somehow that simple movement was so sensual. No one had ever touched me like that. I’d thought having the shampoo felt good. But this…this sent waves of fire through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. My palm moved to his throat. His pulse beat fast under my hand. I wanted to lick there.
“Mmm. I like that,” he said in that sexy rumbly voice. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Hmm?” My gaze was fixed on his mouth.
“Can I get you something from the bar? Sean?”
“Bar?” I couldn’t help it. I leaned forward. His mouth was so close. I closed my eyes. He exhaled, and his breath tickled my lips. Goosebumps erupted on my arms while heat pooled thickly in my groin.
“Sean,” he whispered, but his voice was soft and strangled and part of this lovely dream.
Then his lips pressed against mine.
Chapter Ten
Bubba
Whoa. My dick was a firecracker, and somebody lit the fuse.
How could any lips be so soft? So sweet?
My whole head felt full of smoke. I couldn’t see or even think. All my nerves tingled as my lips and tongue explored.
His mouth was closed at first, but a quick swipe of my tongue, and he opened like a baby bird. Oh yes, just let me in. He tasted a little like cocoa, and all I wanted was to pig out until I stuffed every part of me with chocolate. I needed to get closer, so I pulled his light body until he was practically lying on top of me. God, that felt good. Couldn’t remember the last time this had been so amazing. My fingers dug into his brand-new haircut as I ate at his lips and—
Wait—brand-new haircut. Sean. Uh, this is Sean. Holy fuck! I was tongue-fucking Sean McKinney!
I gripped him by the shoulders, moved him off me and back to the couch, and slid away. “Uh, yes, well, and that’s what can come of flirting if you, uh, do it right. Or, uh, wrong as in the case of me.”
Sean blinked a few times like he couldn’t quite get the smoke out of his eyes. He looked dazed. His face flushed a sweet pink color, lips so so red.
My mouth ran over. “Because I’m sorry, I