Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Colton?”
He cleared his throat. “See, I think we’re both unsure what to do because neither of us wants to mess up and lose the other person. I know not having you here would be the worst thing I could think of.”
“Yes. Same.”
“See? There you go. I may be straight, but as many times as I think about—” He stopped.
“As many times as you think about what?”
“No. It’s not nice.”
“Let me be the judge.”
He took a breath. “I want to hold you down, and I worry that would scare you.”
“I want to be held down—by you,” I added, “since we’re being honest. But I worry how I’ll react.”
“You’re saying you want that, with me, but you’re scared.”
“Yes. I know how you are when people say you’re too rough in any way. I can’t have you leave me if I’m not ready.”
“And for me, because it’s you, and I know how I’ve been with you for the last five years, and how you’ve been with me, I feel like this, now, if you get scared, I would wait until you’re not.”
“Yes, but what if I’m never not scared?”
“But you’ve never been scared of me.”
“Because there was nothing romantic between us.”
He squinted at me. “Hasn’t there been?”
It was a lot of honesty. “I think we’re both tired,” I replied before my brain exploded.
“Okay,” he said, sounding defeated.
I had to know. “But can I sleep in here with you?” I asked, my heart in my throat, wanting to lie down next to him and at the same time being terrified of how I would react.
“Would you, please?” he rasped.
Moving quickly, I walked over to the opposite side of the bed, let the blanket drop to the floor, and then took off the sweater.
“Is that mine?” he groused at me. “I’ve been looking for that.”
I chuckled. I couldn’t help it.
He turned off the light, and I got into bed, under the covers, as he rolled onto his left side, facing away from me.
“What’re you doing?”
“I think maybe if you hold me, instead of me holding you, that might be better. Then the choices are yours, and it’s about exactly what you want.”
After a moment, I agreed.
“Do you want me to put something on?”
“No,” I whispered. “Do you want me to take something off?”
“Yeah. Can you take off your shirt?”
“I can.”
“Okay. Because if your skin feels…not right on mine, then I’ll know what we’re gonna be, and we can go from there.”
It made sense.
“Conversely, if touching my skin scares you, we’ll know something as well.”
“Very well reasoned.”
“Lawyer,” he said.
I was smiling as I pulled my shirt up over my head and put it on the bed beside me. Slowly, I got closer and felt the heat from his skin before I reached him. His breath was shaky, ragged, and I loved that. He was afraid to be repulsed. I was afraid to be…afraid. We were quite a pair.
Sliding in close behind him, I thought, I want my mouth on the back of his neck at least once in my life. I have to know what that feels like. Easing forward, I brushed his hair to the side, then pressed a kiss to his warm skin, inhaling at the same time.
“Oh,” he husked softly, almost a whine.
“Should I do that again?” I asked, holding my breath.
“Do you want to do it again?”
“Yeah,” I responded, my breath on his skin, my fingers threading through his hair, the temptation far too great.
He started to tremble, and his breath caught. “I want you to do it again.”
My hand slipped from his hair, slid down, around his throat, and then tipped his head back, holding him against me as I stroked his skin. “Is this all right?”
“Yeah, it’s—fuck,” he rasped as my hand slid over his shoulder and down his chest. “Jesus, Pax, I haven’t been this excited since—oh.”
“I thought about lying on top of you,” I admitted. “I’m a bit addicted to your body.”
“That’s good, that’s so…so good,” he whispered haltingly, pressing back against me as I slid my hand over his gorgeous abs, savoring the warm, sleek skin and the definition, before reaching between his legs for his already rock-hard cock.
“Is this okay?”
“Don’t ask me anymore,” he told me as he began to push in and out of my grip. “I want you all over me.”
“That makes me crazy happy,” I said, stroking harder.
“I think about you all the time,” he confessed.
I kissed the side of his neck and then his shoulder, the urge to bite, to put a mark on him, very strong. I had always been possessive of him, but now, with this added intimacy, I felt old urges roaring through my veins. It was miraculous, and my eyes filled fast.
“Are you all right?” he choked out as I brushed away my tears.
“Yes,” I assured him, feeling my cock thickening the more I touched him. “You’re brilliant. This is perfect.” It was a revelation was what it was.