Trust (London Love #5)

I leant in further, hoping he’d let me just stay here. My head on his shoulder. His arms around me.

Instead, he angled his head and kissed me.

You kissed me first

REUBEN

Not cool. I’d said it myself, but there was one thing Gray said that I did agree with. When it was just him and me, we did exist in some kind of bubble.

And that bubble apparently made me do weird things. Like snuggle with him. Hug him. Cuddle. And…yeah.

I liked kissing. I very strangely liked kissing him. I mean, he was a good kisser. Soft. Tasted nice. And that rough feel of stubble against my skin was…

I was not into men. But yes, I was starting to give in to those weird thoughts in my head because I was…

Into.

Him.

Which was bloody insanity.

Not much I could do about that when my hands were around his face and he was rubbing his groin against my stomach. I liked when he made sounds like that. I was making them too. Embarrassing ones, but whatever. His hands were on my chest, and I was thinking it would be better if I wasn’t wearing so many clothes.

Insanity, indeed.

His lips on mine. I snagged his bottom lip with my teeth, tugged gently, like I was asking for a little breather. He just smiled.

I was smiling too.

“Your dad’s going to walk through that door any minute, and our dinner is on the table.”

For a very sharp second, the idea of moving in with him was frighteningly tempting.

No. No, Reuben.

“The pasta will be cold.”

He kissed me again. On the lips. My cheek. Nuzzled slowly down my neck. Small kisses. Oh, yeah.

Fingertips…pinching my nipples. Just gently but…wow.

I shuddered, and not in a good way. There would be trouser action in a minute, and I was not going to give him any ideas that this would go any further than…

Hands, tugging at the hem of my T-shirt, then fingertips dancing over my bare stomach as he carefully lifted the shirt up and eased it over my head but left it strapped over my shoulders like a harness of some kind.

He sat back and…admired me. That was the only word for it. His fingers painted lines down my hairless chest, over my nipples, making me shiver with every little touch. Even the breath coming out of his nostrils felt like burns on my skin.

He was turning me on.

Which was…embarrassing AF. I tugged the shirt back over my head and covered myself up, gently moving his hands away.

“Enough man-on-man action for today,” I said sternly. “Boundaries, Gray.”

“Okay.” He sulked. Smiling. Stop it!

He smiled and I melted. Because he was right there, and he was…

“You’re pretty, Gray. And I didn’t want to admit it, but you’re right about the bubble thing. It makes me do stupid things. You kiss me and I go stupid.”