An all-new slow burn, May-December romance is out this week from author J.R. Gray, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
“Is this what I think it is?” I asked him.
“What do you think it is?” Mel replied.
“I don’t know what this is,” I said and I didn’t. I wanted it to be him shoving me into the wall as soon as we were past the threshold but that probably wasn’t where this was going. Not without a conversation first.
“What would you like it to be?” He stepped into my space making it hard to breathe.
I looked at my feet lifting my toes in my shoes feeling heat prickling on my neck. I was sure I was about to get pink. “I’d like you to kiss me.” I didn’t dare look at him because I wanted so much more.
“Only kiss you?” Mel asked.
“No,” I answered honestly. I don’t know where I got the courage, maybe from the alcohol or maybe it was pure lack of physical contact and needing it so bad.
“I want to come inside but…”
“But you’re my director?”
Mel nodded, but not fully like there was a hesitation there. I wanted to believe he wanted me as bad as I wanted him.
“You’re not my boss tonight.”
“No, I’m not,” he said in half a whisper.
I swallowed hard.
“One night?” I said, knowing my cock was clouding all my judgment at this minute, but I didn’t care.
“Do you think it’s smart to do this, Tobias?” he asked.
“You’re right. Maybe only a kiss.” I was pretty drunk and losing my nerve. I didn’t want this to be awkward tomorrow.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I was going to curse him for so many questions. Why couldn’t I just make a move?
“Yes,” I confirmed. I wanted him to do so much more than that but how was I gonna look at him tomorrow if we fucked? It sounded like a whole world of bad ideas.
It was like a standoff. Who was going to kiss whom? We stood there, barely inches apart outside the door to my apartment. I was breathing his breaths, and he was breathing mine. Sharing air, and space, but neither of us made a move.
I put a hand on his chest, he glanced down at it and nearly hit his forehead into my nose with the slight tilt. He returned his gaze to mine. Jesus, the way he looked at me.
“One of us needs to do this…” I said trailing off not sure what else there was to say.
“Yes.” He slid a hand around the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, letting them come to rest at the back of my skull.