He blinked. “He had grandkids.”
“You never wanted to get it on with a great-grand Daddy?”
When he choked, I burst into laughter, and he kicked me away from him. “That’s it. I’m never getting hard again.”
Popping up, I slid my body alongside his, drawing a groan from his chest. My hand pushed under the towel, undoing the loose knot at his waist and exposing him for the liar he was. I traced the outline of his erection with the tips of my fingers, drunk on the quiet, unthinking noises he made.
“I think I just proved you wrong.”
“I’m okay with that,” he said, breathy and soft.
I slid up higher and took his mouth in a long, lush kiss. He moaned, and I caught the sound, swallowing it down with my next inhale. When I let go, I found his hammering pulse and teased it with my teeth.
“Ryan.” His body shifted restlessly, like it was searching for more. I wasn’t about to deny him. Spreading my legs, I straddled him, rubbing my own hard dick along his. The sand in my suit was chafing, but for now, it was easy to ignore. “Please.”
“What do you want?” I murmured.
“Everything.” His eyes were feverish as he looked up into mine. “I need to wash this sand off, then I want…” He trailed off.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Tell me.”
“I want you inside me.”
I was expecting a thousand answers to my request, but for some reason, not that one. I jolted, pushing up to look him in the face. There was nothing there but honesty and raw need. “I have lube, but I didn’t bring condoms.”
“I’ve been tested a few times since my breakup. I was negative for everything,” he said. “And I haven’t been with anyone since well before my accident.”
It had been even longer than that for me. “Same. But I don’t expect you to trust me?—”
“Maybe it’s foolish that I do,” he said, tracing a touch over my collarbone, “but I’m on PrEP, and I don’t think you’d lie to me.”
I kissed him again, on the lips, on his neck, down his chest, stopping when I reached the waistband of his swim trunks. “Get undressed and meet me in the bathroom,” I told him, then slid all the way off the bed.
He groaned, the sound frustrated, and I knew exactly why. Not touching him was painful. The feet between us felt like miles, but I ignored the ache in my chest as I rushed through the adjoining door and immediately dug into my toiletries bag.
It was a small bottle—practically travel-sized, though it wasn’t open. I ripped the plastic with my teeth, then shimmied out of my shorts and made the walk back into his room stark naked. He was nowhere to be found, and a second later, I heard the shower kick on.
When my feet hit the tile, I found him on the shower bench, staring at the doorway, his pupils consuming almost all of his irises. Walking to him felt almost magnetic—like I was unable to help myself as I moved past the shower door and stopped right in between his spread legs.
His hands immediately gripped my waist, and he tugged me close, tipping his head back far enough that my hard cock brushed the side of his throat. I fought back a groan as he turned his face and nuzzled me there.
Fuck. He felt so fucking good.
“Love this,” he murmured softly. His lips parted, and he laid a wet, open-mouthed kiss along my shaft. “Love your taste.”
“I want to see you take it.”
The words came unbidden, bold with him in a way I’d never been with a man who was damn near a stranger to me. But looking at him like this, it felt like we’d spent a thousand lifetimes together.
I gripped his chin. “Open.”
He did, so fucking obedient. His tongue stuck out a little, and I noticed the center was scarred.
“What is this?” I asked, gently touching it with the tip of my thumb.
He closed his lips around my digit and sucked. Hard. He released me with a wet pop and smirked. “I used to have a tongue piercing.”
“Oh.” Becauseoh. Fucking hell, that would have been hot. “Why did you take it out?”
