“Shit.” He grimaced. “Robert and I never used them.”
“No problem.” I held up a finger as I dug in my back pocket and pulled out my wallet. “Got one right here. What about lube?”
“I’ve got plenty,” he said, stuffing the five back in my pocket as he pushed past me up the stairs. I followed, but when he reached his bedroom, he came to a halt in the doorway.
Not expecting him to stop short, I bumped up against him. “Ren?”
“I really need you to stop saying my name like a question.”
“I really need you to stop doing questionable things.”
“Not likely,” he mumbled. Turning on his heel, he pushed against my belly. “Guest room.”
I flattened my lips. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.”
“You still need lube.”
“Oh, right. Just a second.” He dashed into his bedroom like a thief and furtively dug around in a drawer, coming back with a bottle of lube in his hand.
He strode past me into the tiny guest room, which had Japanese art posters of cats on the walls and a simple IKEA-like bed pushed against the back wall and covered with a sunshine-yellow duvet. The green, leafy pothos on the bedside table gave a homey touch to the small space. I hung back in the doorway, watching Ren undress.
“What? We don’t have a lot of time,” he said, sounding testy as he dipped his thumbs under his waistband.
“Ren, are you sure you want to do this?”
He stopped undressing, his eyes uncertain.
“Ren?”
He took a big breath. “Look, I know I seem erratic…”
“A little, yes.”
“Yeah, well, I’m tired of being that way, and something about you calms me down. Especially when you’re naked.”
“How do you know? I’ve never been fully naked around you.”
“It’s a guess. A hypothesis, if you will. So… get out of your clothes,” he demanded weakly. “For science, if nothing else.”
I wavered for a moment, then reached back and pulled my T-shirt over my head. He inhaled sharply before slipping off his underwear.
I stopped breathing.
“Major?”
I blinked. “Sorry. You’re just so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” he said with a shy smile. It made my heart do a double take. I reached for him, pulling him against me.
“Fuck, you have the juiciest, most perfect nipples,” he moaned, diving in.
I loved the way my belly pressed against his front, the way he was burying his face between my pecs. I loved his talented tongue against my pebbled nipple even more. He sucked hard, stretching it. I was reduced to moaning with each suck, hissing when he added teeth.
He let go with a pop. “Too much?” he asked, his lips slick with spit.
My face flushed, and my breathing sped up. “Never too much. I love having my nipples played with.”
