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Today's snog is from an incomplete, unedited, WIP called Midnight Rush. Sometimes proposals come at the wrong or maybe the right time, when you're least expecting them. Raul gets a surprise when he's engaged in a little action with an old classmate, Javier.
The quiet invaded again just for a moment. His hand slid off of his lap and on to my leg. “So...”
His fingers flexed on my jeans and I flinched. “So... what?”
“Glad to see you again,” he said, gliding his fingers across my thigh.
My heart seized in my throat. “Yeah,” I breathed the only word that would escape.
He shuffled to face me. “Thought you'd never come over after... you know.” His hand found my thigh again, skimming across my hip and around my waist.
In a panic, my thoughts began to race. Did I want to kiss him like I'd imagined earlier? Or was I still scared of the guy? I blinked and caught his serious brown eyes; the lusty grin spread on his lips. In confusion, I wrapped my arms around his sides, breathing in his heady cologne.
We'd drifted closer. He'd drawn a breath, his broad chest moved and I sought to revel in the memory of his naked skin from earlier in the night. Our lips brushed each other, and my palms started to sweat. It was sweltering in this cramped space. But it was also hot in his arms. His tongue forced my lips wide, darted in, and pursued mine.
There wasn't anything that could make me back away tonight. I needed to feel his arms pulling me in after last week. I'd thought of it everyday since.
I tightened my grasp around his waist, our bodies pressed tight against each others. His intoxicating scent was strong, powerful enough to make me gasp. His fingers traveled up my sides and around to the small of my back, clasping together and holding me there. I wanted to stay like that.
A wanton moan escaped as I drew a breath. The noise made Javier's eyes narrow; he knew he had me right where he wanted me. His moist lips skimmed over my cheek, and I followed his motion, lowering my head to settle into the crook of his shoulder. He'd traveled to my neck, breath heavy and warm against my skin.
My jeans squeezed tight around my crotch as I began to react to his touch. Christ, why'd he always do this to me?
Once he found my collar, his mouth hovered just above my skin, and he whispered in a sultry tone, “Move in with me.”
I must not have heard his proposal because I nodded in acceptance.
Another hot breath wafted against my neck causing the small hairs there to tingle. “Good.”
Did I just agree to live with him?
I suckled in my lower lip, searching for the right words. I'd have to find out if there were any risks in taking his offer. “Wh-what--” But when he started nibbling my neck, my thoughts began to spin, and it could wait.