Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He watches me for a moment, green eyes intense. Questioning and a little glassy. I hate that part. I want to know all the things that make him tick, want to help him heal all his sore spots, want him to see how fucking great he is.
After what feels like an eternity, he says, “Can you drop your finger so I can talk?”
With a smile on my lips, I do as he says. “Better?”
“Yes.”
“So…”
“I want to date you.”
Fuck yes. That giddy feeling is back. “You realize you said more words asking me to move my finger than answering the question, right?”
“That’s beside the point,” he argues. “So what does this mean?”
“It means we keep doing what we’ve been doing—we hang out, we go out together, we watch shows and maybe spend time together with our friends. And if you want something more physical, I want that too, but only if you understand that it’s not the only reason I’m here. The sex isn’t important to me. You are.”
I swear it looks like he’s short-circuiting and it’s taking his brain a few moments to fire on all cylinders again. How has no one showed Anthony his worth? How does he not see it?
“You’re so fucking swoon. I don’t get how you’re single.”
“Am I, though?”
He scoots closer. “So…dating…taking things slow…dinners and movies, more episodes of our shows, and I get to touch a really hot guy? I like the sound of this dating thing.”
“I like the sound of it too.” I sit back when Anthony turns, climbing onto my lap and straddling me. “Are you using me for sex, Anthony Damiani?”
He laughs, clearly knowing I’m joking. “No…but all your flirting has made me so fucking horny for you…Mr. Let’s Date.”
“I like that name.” I hold his face, tracing his lips with my finger. “I like this mouth too. Can I taste it?”
Anthony gives me a cocky little smirk. “I’ve never had someone ask before. Such a gentleman.”
“Baby…you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” I wink.
“Oh damn. Bringing out the big guns with the wink, but you’re still keeping me waiting.” He pretends to pout, and like always, the simplest thing is fun with him.
“If you insist,” I joke, then, hand on his cheek, I lean in for my first taste of Anthony. His lips are soft, gentle, as we press our mouths together once, twice, three times. My tongue snakes out, licking where I’d kissed, asking for entrance into his mouth, which Anthony immediately grants. I taste the bourbon on his tongue, sweet and spicy. He pushes closer, nibbles at my lip before I deepen the kiss, sweeping the expanse of his mouth. Anthony’s arms wrap around me, knocking my hat off, fingers tangling in my hair. He kisses me like a man starving, like he knows what he’s doing and is not afraid to go for what he wants. And right now, that’s me.
My lips slide over his throat, Anthony dropping his head back for me.
“I taste your sweat,” I tell him, lapping at his perfectly salty skin again. “I fucking love it.”
“Jesus,” he hisses, running a hand up and down my chest, plucking at my nipples, one, then the other.
Our lips are pulled back together again, two magnets that can’t stay away. It’s even hungrier this time, more urgent, like he’s been waiting for this just as much as I have. I palm Anthony’s tight ass, squeeze his muscular globes, and swallow down the pleasure-filled moan he gives me.
I’m fairly certain all the blood in my body has moved to my dick. I’m throbbing for him, throbbing for release, as I turn and flip us so Anthony’s on his back, me looking down at him.
“This will likely be quick. It’s been a long time since I’ve come with anyone other than myself, and my dick is a little excited.”
“Hmm. Let me see him.” Anthony reaches down, wrapping his hand around my hard shaft and giving it a stroke through my track pants. A hiss pushes past my lips, pinpricks of pleasure igniting beneath my skin. He shoves my pants and underwear down beneath my ass, my cock falling free. It’s leaking, my head slick, more precum pearling on the tip. “I knew you’d have a pretty cock.” This time when he holds it, we’re skin-to-skin, Anthony stroking me before rubbing his thumb in my precum.
“Did you think about it? Because I thought about yours. I can’t tell you how many times I jerked off with you in my head.”
“But you still never tried to kiss me?”
“I’m a gentleman, remember? Only if you think gentlemen are hot, though.”
“I’ve never known one before you, but I don’t have any complaints.”
I seal our lips together again, needing to taste him. How is it that he didn’t know, or dated, any good men before me? I’m going to make it my mission to show Anthony that we exist and how very much I want him.