He shook his head.Focus on Charma, that would help.
He turned and looked at the guy.Charma had his head tilted to the side, and when Darcy looked at him, he gave a half smile.
“You okay?”
Darcy nodded vigorously.“Yeah.I just don’t usually do this.”
“Have sex with a shifter?”Charma asked.
“That too, but I meant having sex period.Well, no not having sex period, but having sex right off the bat like this.”
“We don’t have to.”Charma looked disappointed but resigned.
“I know, but I want to.I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.I just need to stop thinking so very much.”
“You sure?”
Darcy nodded, again.“I’m sure.I want to do more than just kiss you.I get in my head sometimes, though, and talk myself out of things I want.Then I regret it later.I don’t want to regret not sleeping with you when I had the chance.You know?”
“I think so?”Charma shrugged.“I’m not sure I do know.I mean I’m not in your head.But if you want to do this, I totally want to do this.”
“So we should just do it before my nerves shoot my brain in the foot.”
They both giggled at that, and that made him feel so much better, the nerves backing off, the excitement not.
“You don’t need to be nervous.We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Oh, I’m more excited than nervous.My brain is just an idiot.”
That made Charma laugh again—reminding him how much he loved the tinkling sound—and Charma then pressed their lips together and the moment they were kissing, his brain shut up.Or at least switched from endless rambling togood good good, this is so good.So he closed his eyes and met Charma’s tongue halfway and reveled in how amazing kissing Charma felt.
Letting go of Charma’s hand, which he’d somehow been still clamped onto, he slid his fingers up along Charma’s arm and then around his shoulder, keeping Charma close.Charma slid both hands around his waist, proving there was no danger of him going anywhere, and deepened their kisses.
It was hot and sexy, and he thought he could stand here and do this forever.
He wanted more than just kisses, though, and eventually he grabbed hold of the bottom of the borrowed T-shirt Charma was swimming in and started pulling it upward.He stopped about halfway there and drew back a bit.
“Is this okay?”
“Oh yeah.”Charma held his arms up to the sky.“Go for it.”
Grinning, he pulled the shirt the rest of the way up and off, his attention getting caught by the site of Charma’s belly up close.He didn’t have a six-pack or anything, but the ab muscles were definitely there, calling to his fingers.Tossing the T-shirt onto the floor, he let his fingers explore all that gorgeous skin.
Charma moaned and caught his breath, and Darcy explored the way that changed the shape of Charma’s body, the way the already skinny belly became slightly concave.Then he slid his finger around and into Charma’s navel, eliciting a giggle from the guy.This was so much fun!
He looked up to meet Charma’s gaze, finding the guy staring at him, smiling.
“Can I return the favor?”Charma asked.
It took Darcy an embarrassing long time to figure out exactly what Charma meant, but it did finally occur to him that Charma didn’t have his shirt on and he still did.
“Oh!Yes, of course.”He rolled his eyes at himself and tugged his T-shirt out of his pants before grabbing the bottom of it to pull it over his head.
“No, let me.”Charma pushed his hands away and took over.He pulled the shirt up gradually, his fingers dragging along Darcy’s skin.
“Oh, fuck.”
Charma froze.“You good?”
