Page 55 of The Guy Next Door
He sits back down and sets his hand on my thigh, stroking his thumb across my jeans. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have made that assumption about your father. I, of all people, should’ve known better. I hate it when people assume I should have a great relationship with my grandma just because we’re blood related. I don’t know what you’ve been through. But I do know from everything you’ve shared with me that you’re not responsible for your brother going missing.”
As a tear falls from my eye, I wonder where the hell that crept up from, but I don’t fight it. I don’t mind Leif seeing me like this.“I should have done a better job keeping up with him. I should have called him more. I should have followed him everywhere…”
I’m not so unaware of myself that I don’t realize that’s why I’m doing this with Leif. Because I’m making up for what I couldn’t do for Mike.
He raises his hand to my face and wipes the tear from my cheek.
Warmth pulses through me.
I feel so fucking safe right now. I can’t remember a time when I ever felt so safe.
I turn my face into his hand and kiss his palm.
Our gazes meet again, and for the first time since we started our chat, I don’t feel like I have to hide from his gaze. He’s seen this dark shit in me, and he’s still here.
Who are you, Leif Anderson?
Once again, I find myself staring at his lips, and an impulse rises within me. I lean toward him, waiting for him to jerk away, but he doesn’t react the way I expect; he leans closer.
My gaze shifts to his eyes, those beautiful brown irises sparkling under the chandelier light.
Our lips graze against each other’s, and as an electric charge moves through me, Leif’s mouth opens, like he’s inviting me in. I hook my arms around him, practically falling out of my chair as I slide my tongue into his mouth, my face pressed against his.
God, he tastes good.
And the kiss dissolves all my worries and fears.
Assures me that nothing I said has fucked anything up between us.
There’s a moment when we’re trying to figure out how to position our bodies, our lips parting only long enough for me to straddle his waist. And in our frenzy, we manage to butt heads.
We laugh before our lips mash against one another’s again, our hands greedily groping each other’s bodies. My limbs, mytongue, my cock are beyond my control as we work up an intense heat.
I figured it would feel good to kiss him, but how could I have ever imagined the sensations that surge through me?
Will I die like this, unable to drink or eat because my body refuses to let this experience escape my grasp?
Another sweep of his tongue in my mouth sends a wave of sensation through me, and my cock is so painfully hard that I growl.
Leif’s hand slides from my waist to the front, down to my crotch, strokes my fly, my hips rocking.
I’m so fucking intoxicated that it’s hard to even remember the specifics of what we were just talking about. There’s only Leif and all the sensations he’s worked up.
My kisses turn to nibbles against his jaw and neck, then a series of licks.
“Zane…” he whispers, and my name’s never sounded so good, so erotic.
“Yes,” I breathe into his flesh, not letting up my kisses.
“I want you.” His hand presses more firmly against my cock. “Ineedyou.”
“I need you too, Leif. God, how I fucking need you.”
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We have tobreak apart briefly so I can put the carbonara in the fridge, but then Zane grips my hand and guides me up to his bedroom.