“Been thinking about me, have you?”
“Again, no idea.”
Skylar looked down at the bulge in my jeans, then back up at me, his lips quirking up on one side.
“So, if I put my mouth on you, you won’t go and freak out on me?”
His words punched the air outta my lungs.
I responded with a brutal kiss, grinding against him with all I had. After a moment, he pulled away, smiling.
“I guess that answers my question,” he said, just as breathless as I was.
“Mine, too,” I admitted.
With a wink, Skylar laid soft kisses along my jaw as he thumbed open my jeans, unzipping them. When he dipped his hand inside, rubbing over my boxers, I thought I was gonna come and die, hopefully in that order.
“You good, Kit?” he asked, the use of my name bringing me back from la-la land.
“I am,” I answered, groaning when he squeezed. “You have any lipstick that’s transfer-proof?”
He drew his chin back. “Yeah. Why?”
“Because I wanna see your lips in red stretched around my cock.”
“Jesus, cowboy,” he repeated. “I don’t know what I expected, but . . .”
“Wait till I get up the nerve to ask you to wear one of your lacy things.”
“Lace and lipstick, huh?” he asked, slipping down his scrubs to show me his lacy, sky-blue underwear.
I could barely breathe with how fucking sexy that looked on him. Fuck the aliens; he was all mine.
“I know it’s weird with the body hair. I usually wax, but I’ve been frugal with my finances . . .”
“It’s sexy either way,” I said, breathless.
“Yeah?” he asked, reaching into his messenger bag.
“Yes. All the yes.”
Skylar pulled out a tube of lipstick—a sexy ruby red—and ran it around his lips. “You want my mouth on your cock, cowboy?”
“I’m beggin’ you.”
14
SKYLAR
Holy hell.Kit had kissed me like it was the only thing he was meant to do in this world. He was nervous—there was no hiding that—but his kisses told me everything.
For one, they told me how badly heneeded. Not just an orgasm or a warm body. He needed so much more.
And I found myself wanting to give him whatever that was.
But now was not the time for getting ahead of myself. Today, we would keep it simple.
“Take a seat, Mr. Baker,” I said, gesturing to the bed.
