He sawed his jaw from side to side. “But why would you want a mess like me? You could have some bright young thing.”
“I happen to think you’re pretty fucking bright,” I said, running my knuckle along his jawline to still it. “Also, I’m pretty sure I’m the one who gets to decide what I like. And I like you. A lot.”
He blushed, resting his forehead on my chest.
“If you’re willing”—I sent a silent prayer to the universe—“I can show you how much I like you.”
“I might be up for that,” he said, then grimaced. “I don’t suppose you have an extra toothbrush?”
My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest.
Be cool, Major. Be. Cool.
“I have an extra head for my electric toothbrush—will that work?”
“That’ll do,” he said, giving my nipple a sharp suck.
I growled and pushed him toward the edge of the bed. “Let’s go.”
He got up and stretched, his hard-on comically tenting his loose—still inside-out—pajama bottoms. We took turns brushing our teeth and taking care of business. As I rinsed my mouth, he whipped off his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled pile by my hamper as he walked back to my bedroom.
“So it’s gonna be like that, huh?” I called after him, a grin nearly splitting my face in half.
“Is that a complaint?” he retorted, sounding like he was arranging the sheets. I disrobed, then grabbed a hand towel before joining him in the bedroom.
He was laid out on the bed, propped up against my small mountain of pillows, hands clasped behind his head. The heat in his eyes was unmistakable, and I knew what he needed. More importantly, I knew how to give it to him.
I slid over him and supported my weight on my forearms.
He pouted as he wrapped his legs around my middle, using them to pull me flush against his body. “Let me feel you.”
Yes.
I slowly let my weight down onto him, pressing his hard-on against his flat belly, loving the way his eyes rolled back.
“I need this so badly,” he said, his expression a smiling grimace as he shifted under me.
“Me, too,” I said, rocking forward for a kiss.
Our lips met and it felt as powerful as a New York firework exploding overhead. Pure joy obliterated the painful confusion of the last several months. We were right together, and I didn’t think it was in spite of our ages or the fact that Mr. Paige had been my teacher. The messy parts felt as necessary as everything else.
I just hoped that he’d be okay with loving me, because I didn’t think there was any way I could avoid loving him.
Pushing off thoughts of the future, I deepened our kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth, reveling in the beautiful sounds I was pulling from him. For such a quiet man, he was so very noisy in bed. I loved it.
I kissed a path from his jaw to his ear, nipping at the outer edge and increasing the suction on his earlobe when his whine pitched up. He’d once mentioned how he loved the feel of my beard against the sensitive skin of his neck, so I moved down, gently sucking along the veins, not bothering to hold back my proud smile when his moans turned to whimpers.
“Please.Please,” he begged.
“Please what?” I dropped another kiss on his reddened lips.
“Fuck me, Major. I need it.”
I sat back on my haunches and took hold of his narrow hips, flipping him so that he was face down on the bed.
He humped the sheets, whispering “Yes!” into a pillow.
I slipped the hand towel under him, then took lube and condoms out of the drawer in my bedside table. He jumped when I flipped open the lid, moaning at the sound of the lube being squirted onto my fingertips.
