“Why do I feel nervous all of a sudden?”
“Are you upset?”
“No. Not upset.”
“Scared?”
“Um… I don’t think so.”
“Anxious?”
He swallowed. “Y-yes, I think maybe that.”
I took a step toward him. “How do you feel now?”
“Like…I want you to come closer.”
Another step. “And now?”
I was near enough that Reid reached out and placed his hand against my stomach. “I don’t think it’s nerves I’m feeling anymore.”
I covered his hand with mine. “Reid?”
“Yes?”
“Get on the bed.”
His eyes widened slightly, but then he did as he was told and scooted back onto the mattress, clad in only a pair of darkgrey boxer briefs. I kept my jeans on for the moment, because I needed that barrier if I was gonna even attempt to take things slowly. Climbing onto the mattress, I reveled in how Reid tracked me, with lust swirling behind those brown eyes. He lifted up on his knees when I did, and I took his face between my hands.
“You can stop this at any time,” I said, because a tiny sliver still held me back until I heard the words I needed to hear coming out of his mouth.
“I don’t want to stop.”
Bringing his face to mine, I sucked on his bottom lip, and when he moaned, I pushed my tongue inside the hot, wet heat of his mouth.
If this was all I’d ever have, our mouths fused together and nothing else, I knew I’d still die a happy man. But Reid’s appetite seemed to fully match mine, because he lowered himself to his back, and pulled me down with him.
Stretching out beside him, I trailed my fingertips down between his pecs, then over his stomach, and I could see the way his body trembled under my touch. “Are you still nervous?”
“Not because of you.”
I smiled. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Farther down I went, my fingers sneaking beneath the band of his boxer briefs to sweep over the smooth skin there that led to soft curls that I knew would be as dark as the hair on his head.
Reid’s breath hitched. “It won’t be. Trust me.” His erection strained, thick and hard against the thin material, and I captured his lips in a kiss before moving my hand to cup him.
He gasped against my mouth as I stroked him through the fabric, his kisses turning hungry, and then he broke away just enough to say, “That feels…so good.” When he arched his back, it sent his hips bucking up into my hand, greedy and eager. This was where I wanted him, desperate for more.
But he wasn’t the only one needing more.
I lifted up, settling on my knees, and then took a hold of his waistband with both hands. As I peeled the boxer briefs down his body slowly, I savored the sight of seeing him naked and beneath me for the first time.
He was fucking perfect.
Rich brown, close-cropped curls surrounded his flushed cock, the engorged length pointing toward its owner, who watched me with ravenous eyes.
Throwing his briefs aside, I settled in between his thighs, salivating already at getting a taste of what I’d desired for so long?—
“Wait.”