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Leather Bound
Shanna Germain
‘Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.’
Laurence Sterne
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Gorgeous green eyes. Blond curls. A perfectly trimmed golden goatee that highlighted a square jaw and delicious cheekbones. Thick, full lips just right for kissing.
It was the kind of face a girl could fall in love with.
Every girl but me, that is.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I had the lust part down. Kyle’s face was so perfectly made, so sexy, that even when he was asleep, eyes closed tight to the world, just looking at him sent little flutters of want through me. And that was with most of his long, lean body hidden away beneath the covers. Sometimes I wanted Kyle with a fierceness that made me ache, even when he wasn’t in the room.
Lust? Yes. But love? No.
We’d been having sex for about six months and our relationship was fun, hot and absolutely casual. Just like we wanted it. Which is why I found it weird that he was now asleep in my bed, conked out with my arm trapped beneath his head. In six months’ worth of delicious sex, this was the first time we’d actually slept together.
While it was weird, I wasn’t sure I minded all that much. We’d had a nice night –dinner on the back porch followed by giggling, groping, delicious sex on the living-room floor – despite the fact that Kyle had seemed preoccupied by something. He wasn’t the kind of guy to keep things in, but he also wasn’t the kind of guy to stay over. I wasn’t sure what it all meant, but I figured he’d tell me when he was ready.
In the meantime, I needed a shower, something functional to wear to work and at least two cups of coffee. I’d let him find his way out of the apartment whenever he woke. He worked as a tat artist, which meant a lot of late nights inking customers. Something told me that mornings weren’t his speciality.
I tugged my arm quietly out from under Kyle’s head, trying not to wake him. He shifted, but didn’t open his eyes.
Showering as quick as my own sleep-slowed body would let me, I padded back to the bedroom in my bare feet and opened drawers in the half-dark, trying to be as quiet as I could. Unfortunately, I’m a klutz in general and even more so before I’ve had my coffee. When I slid the closet open, it bumped against something with a bang. Kyle made a cute dreaming noise, and I stopped to look down at him half-buried under the covers. All I could see were strands of his dark-blond hair and one hand thrown over his face. He stirred, opening one green eye blearily. Even half-asleep and in the dim light of the bedroom, he was so very fuckable. It nearly made my mouth water.
‘Mmm, you left me,’ he said.
‘I have to go to work,’ I said. Unable to resist, I reached out to touch the soft curls that fell across his cheek.
‘Not yet,’ he said. ‘Come back. We have warmth. And cock.’
‘Cock, huh?’ I was tempted. I was always tempted around him.
The bedside clock told me I wasn’t late for work. Yet. I needed to open the bookstore, but since we showed up early to prep things, a few minutes wouldn’t make too much of a difference.
‘How much can you do in fifteen minutes?’ I asked.
‘I only need eleven to really blow your mind.’ He was all grin and dancing eyes from his cocoon beneath the covers.
‘Really? Eleven?’ I said. ‘I think I’m disappointed.’
‘Get in here,’ Kyle said, clearly more awake now, lifting the blankets to beckon me in.
I slid in beside him, scooting myself beneath the covers. He really was warm, his lean frame radiating heat. He ran a couple of times a week and his long muscles flexed beneath his skin as I settled against him. Running my hands over his body was a visceral pleasure. It was easy to get lost in the feel of him.
He touched his mouth to mine, sleep-soft lips parting with a quiet laugh. His morning stubble scratched my cheeks. He smelled like sweet chai, cloves and cinnamon, and I inhaled him deeply, lost for a moment in the sensations of touch and scent.
‘I brought you a gift,’ he said, whispering against my mouth, his hips moving forward to grind slowly against me. His bare cock nudged my thighs.
‘Mmm … what is it?’ I couldn’t help but giggle. He was always saying dorky but adorable things in bed.
‘You’ll have to see,’ he said.
‘A gift, huh,’ I teased. ‘Did you wrap it?’
‘Not yet. It’s like a reverse gift. First you get it, then you wrap it.’
‘Funny man,’ I said