“I wasn’t talking about the arrogance, which is hot, by the way. No, just this blind confidence inyourself.”
“Why’s itblind?”
“You said you messed around with a guy once incollege.”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“But you certainly don’t hesitate or have any concerns about making out withme.”
“I’ve made out with plenty of girls, so this, I know I’m good at.” I took his mouth again. Not that I needed to prove my point, but it was fun to. And the longer I kissed him, the more I remembered that damn, I missed that tongue…how he nipped at my lips…the way he was so fucking good at what he didtoo.
“Now, about…getting…to that bedroom,” he said betweenkisses.
“Sooner…the…better.” Despite saying that, I had to pry myself away fromhim.
Even then, looking at the pink of his lips in contrast to the dark scruff speckled across his face just had me wanting to get right back toit.
I checked on Mac, only to see him lying in his bed in the living room, eyeing us as though he wasn’t interested in interrupting us. “Come on,” I said, guiding Dax up the stairway to the second floor and the master bedroom. He glanced around as if assessing my place. Made me wonder what his place in LA lookedlike.
I flipped on the light to my room, relieved I’d made the bed before I left, but needing to pick up some clothes off the floor. “Sorry about themess.”
“Mess?This is your idea of a mess? Your bed is fucking made, are you kiddingme?”
“Nance was always big on making the bed. Said it was a good habit to make you feel productive right from the get-go.”
He entered the room, and I closed the door behind him to ensure Mac didn’t manage to slip in at an inopportunemoment.
I’d hardly turned back around before Dax came at me again, pushing me against the door, lips crushing down on mine. His hands found their way to my fly, and as he undid my belt, I pulled my shirt off over myhead.
When he was finished unfastening my fly, he yanked my pants down past my ass, allowing them to fall down my legs. I kicked out of my shoes as I started on the collar of his button-down. He untucked it quickly, working to remove the goddamn inconvenience, which was pissing meoff.
“You had to wear a button-down?” Iasked.
“This is what I typically wear. Dress for success andall.”
“Yeah, but in this case, success is being naked in mybed.”
He didn’t laugh, seemingly too preoccupied with trying to get himself as undressed as I needed him to be. After getting my shoes off, I kicked off my jeans and boxers. Dax had only made it as far as getting his pants down his legs, but fuck if I cared. Kneeling, I scooped his legs out from under him and tossed him on mybed.
With one brow raised, he gazed at me, seemingly impressed with my bold move the way he apparently was with how I took to all this. I crawled onto the bed, helping him remove his pants and boxers and tossing them behindme.
“Now for what I’ve really got a taste for,” I said, stooping down and licking up his hardgirth.
I hadn’t had enough time the last time we saw each other, but the lick brought back that delicious taste that was allDax.
He stretched out across the bed, lying back as he ran his hand over his face andgroaned.
I gripped his shaft and raised it, his cock pulsing in mygrasp.
Ihesitated.
I’d enjoyed the head and a little bit of the shaft in London, but it seemed like a lot to take the whole thing in my mouth. Was I really thinking about sucking a dick? Of course, for the past few weeks, all I’d been thinking about was how I’d wasted my chance the lasttime.
“Jace, it’s not a race,” Dax toldme.
I glanced up to see him looking down at me. Maybe he could see myreluctance.
“Worst case is I suck atit.”
