Boomerang by E.M. Denning

Eli’s eyes were wide with worry. “Well?” His voice shook when he asked.

“Boomer is out of surgery and is recovering nicely.” We were both relieved. He let out a big yell, kind of like a war-whoop, then grabbed me around the waist and spun me around. My hands latched onto his shoulders as he came to a stop. Then he did something neither of us expected. He put me down but didn’t let go of me. His hands were still on my waist when he leaned in and kissed me.

Eli. Fucking. Kissed. Me.

And I did nothing to stop him. In the first second I was appalled. My knee jerk reaction was to push him away, but my attempt fell flat when his tongue slid along my lower lip and a shockwave of pleasure ripped through me. My hand roamed down his chest and for once, I was thrilled he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
When his tongue entered my mouth every hair on my body stood on end. It was the slowest, most delicious kiss I’d ever experienced. My hands slipped into the short hair at the back of his neck. His hands roamed up my rib cage, he was just a hair away from my breasts when the spell broke. Simultaneously we seemed to realize what we were doing. He pulled away as I stepped back. His hands were raised in a holy-crap-I-didn’t-mean-to-touch-her kind of way. He linked his fingers behind his head and I just stood there and stared at him and wondered what the hell just happened.

He spoke first. “Did they say what time I could get Boomer?”

My jaw dropped open. “Uh,” I stammered. “They said they’d call in the morning with an update,” I paused. The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away. “I’m going to go work on some sketches,” I turned away and did my best not to run for the stairs.

Eli said nothing. No words of good night, no wise ass remarks, no explanation about the kiss. Nothing. That was a relief, because I wasn’t sure what I wanted him to say, if anything. A big part of me wanted to run away and pretend it never happened.

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