“How nice of you to notice.” I winked.
At her blush, I grabbed the dishes and started cleaning up, needing the distraction that cleaning would give me so I didn’t do something regrettable, like throw caution to the wind and jump over the table and attack her with my mouth.
Lisa started helping me with putting things away.
The kitchen was cleaned up way too fast.
I had half a mind to spi
ll stuff out of the fridge, just so she’d stay longer in order to help me clean it up.
“So.” Lisa folded her arms across her chest. “What now?”
“I can take you back…” I really hated saying that out loud. “…or you could stay the night.”
“Like a totally harmless sleepover?”
“If by harmless you mean we sleep separate and I only think about taking advantage of you, then yeah, totally harmless.”
“So honest.”
“At least I have that going for me, right?”
“I’d say you have a lot more going for you.” Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and grazed my lips with hers, a whisper of a touch that left me craving something deeper, longer, more passionate. “A lot more going for you.”
“Tacos never tasted so inviting.” I licked the side of her mouth and pressed another hungry kiss against her lips. Moaning, I lifted her up onto the clean countertop, pulled her legs around my hips, and kissed her from a different angle.
Every angle had a taste.
Every kiss was different.
And every time I touched her, I wanted more.
“Harmless sleepover, huh?” She panted against my mouth.
I took a step back and cursed. “Right, so I’ll just lock my door.”
“Again.” She grinned.
I rolled my eyes and helped her off the counter. “Yeah again.” I gripped her hand and led her down the hall into the theatre room. “So what movie?”
“Anything.” Lisa yawned and sat down in one of the chairs. “Actually, anything but one of those psychological thrillers.”
I winced. “Alright, Dumbo, it is.”
“Saddest Disney movie ever.”
“I think you’re confused with Up.”
Shaking her head, Lisa ignored me. “Those animals were bastards to him!”
“There wasn’t even any dialogue, just the old man and woman holding hands.”
“And they made fun of him all the time for being different!”
“He never took that trip… never had the chance. Damn mailbox.”
“His poor mom!” Lisa punched the chair. “At least he ended up flying.”