Page 51 of Dad Next Door

Slowly, he lifted his eyes.

I held out my arms. After a pause, he stepped back into my embrace.

“What’s happening?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” I pulled him closer. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyes widened. “Like, for show?”

I shook my head. “No. Not for show.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Neither do I.”

“But you want to?” He swallowed nervously.

I nodded. “But I get it if you don’t. I can’t promise you anything beyond a kiss?—”

“Yes. Do it.” His grip on my shoulders tightened, his fingers digging into my muscles. “I want you to.”

My chest tightened, and what felt like a burst of adrenaline detonated deep inside my gut as my stomach swooped. The sensations were the same as being in a freefall, but we were standing still.

Lifting one hand from his waist, I gently cupped his cheek and leaned in. Tristan’s eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in invitation.

More of those little adrenaline bursts detonated in my chest and gut. I’d never had this kind of reaction before. Never felt this kind of eager anticipation for a kiss.

Shoving every thought other than how much I wanted this out of my mind, I brushed my lips over his.

Tristan let out a soft moan and pressed closer.

Tilting my head, I slotted our mouths together and deepened the kiss.

He moaned again and wrapped his arms around me.

Something about the tightness of his grip and how it contrasted against the soft sounds of his pleasure sent my mind into a tailspin. Needing more, I lightly traced the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips.

Tristan parted for me, his tongue meeting mine in a sensual glide.

Jesus, he was a good kisser.

Gently, I caressed his cheek with my hand and matched him kiss for kiss, my arousal growing with each passing second as he kept our kisses slow and soft.

“Christ,” I muttered when he pulled back, his eyes seeking and his expression wary.

When was the last time I’d been kissed like that? Where I didn’t have to be the aggressor and could just be in the moment?

“Was that a mistake?” Tris asked softly.

I shook my head and leaned in again, pressing our lips together in a firm kiss.

I’d never kissed someone as tall as Tristan, or as big. The hard planes of his body should have felt weird, but they felt good. Felt right.

Something hard pressed against my groin. His cock.

Tristan moved his hips back, putting some space between us.

Having none of that, I pulled him flush against me, forcing his erection to dig into mine.