Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“I’m not nervous.” My protest sounded weak even to my own ears, so I tried again. “Or at least not very.” Alexander greeted that admission with a pointed stare until I finally held up my hands. “Okay, maybe I’m a little nervous.”
I flopped down next to him, wrung out from both the day and the anticipation.
“Don’t be.” Alexander took my hand in his. “And we don’t have—”
I cut him off with a warning noise. “Please don’t say we don’t have to do this.”
I’d looked forward to this moment all damn day, and no way was I letting my sudden attack of nerves keep it from me.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not up for right now.” Alexander’s deft sidestep earned another frustrated sound from me, but he continued undeterred. “There are a lot of ways to make each other feel good, and we don’t have to do your whole wishlist tonight.”
“I do have a rather lengthy wishlist,” I conceded. I’d certainly waited enough years for this moment to amass quite a collection of fantasies, an alarming number starring Alexander. Perhaps going slower rather than racing for my bedroom was the answer to the pounding in my chest. “Is that your way of saying we have until New Year’s?”
“We have until New Year’s.” He leaned in to kiss my forehead before frowning. “I’m still worried about hurting you.”
“Don’t.” I said the word lightly, but the truth was that he already held my heart. His return to Seattle would leave a scar, no matter how much I wanted this in the here and now. If I admitted that, though, he’d likely run, so I kept the casual tone going. “Don’t worry about what comes later. My mother always says not to borrow trouble. Let’s enjoy what we do have.”
I punctuated the request with a quick kiss, one that Alexander seized control of and deepened until we were both breathless.
“You are rather convincing.” He smiled at me, the rare full-on Alexander happy grin, and my chest filled and lifted. Trouble, including my impending heartache, could wait until after the new year, especially when Alexander claimed my mouth again. Right now was for kissing and enjoying. To that end, Alexander plucked my glasses off my face and set them aside on the end table. “There. That’s better.”
I clung to his shoulders as he explored my mouth, finding unexpected nerve endings. Under my tongue. Along the inside of my lower lip. The roof of my mouth. Everything tingled, and my hands moved restlessly from his shoulders to the collar of his gray dress shirt. He shivered as I ran a finger around the collar, along his neck. Emboldened, I ran a hand down his torso, and he sucked in a harsh breath.
“Is this okay?” I stopped my hand’s descent to toy with the buttons over his chest.
“It’s very much okay.” Alexander stretched up toward my hand. “Touch me anywhere you’d like.”
“Anywhere?” I undid the first button on his shirt, more than a little giddy at being given such blanket permission.
“Anywhere.” Alexander grabbed my other hand and placed it on his upper thigh, the invitation very clear. “Tell me about your wishlist, Rudy.”
“I suppose everything isn’t the right answer?” I bit my lower lip, anticipation thrumming through me like I’d been handed a lengthy dessert menu. I was so starving that everything sounded amazing and choosing felt impossible. “There’s not much I wouldn’t try with you. What do you like?” I lobbed the question back at him because he seemed far more likely to have preferences and limitations born of his greater experience. “I want to know how to make you feel good.”
“You already are.” He arched his chest, making his shirt gap where I’d undone the buttons. I ran a finger down his smooth, bare chest. Like most professional dancers, Alexander likely had either a waxer on standby or a close relationship with a razor. I’d never seen him less than clean-shaven, and his smooth chest wasn’t a shocker, but it was an unexpected turn-on. I slid my hand farther inside his shirt, enjoying his hiss of pleasure. “I like a variety of things. I usually prefer to top, but I’m nothing if not flexible, especially for you. And I’m tested, which is a question you should always ask anyone. I also like rubbing off. I like oral.”
All of a sudden, I knew precisely what I wanted first.
“Getting?” I inched my other hand up his thigh, taking that invitation of his to explore further. “I really, really want to blow you.”
“I’m not going to stop you.” Alexander chuckled as I’d known he would.
Waiting to do this with a friend had been the right call. I liked how we could talk and laugh even as my body pulsed with need. Seemingly in no great hurry, Alexander pulled me in for another kiss on the mouth. My urgency was tempered by Alexander reminding me again that we had until New Year’s, and I slowly explored the outline of his cock through his pants, drinking down his every gasp until need won out. I slid off the couch to kneel in front of him.