“Of course.” I patted the space beside me.
After just a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the covers back and slid into bed next to me. He gazed at me.
“What, Henry?”
“I…” I cleared my throat. “I enjoyed kissing you.”
An incredibly intimate act. “I enjoyed kissing you.”He grinned. “Would you like to kiss again?”
“I feel like I forced you. That you were obliged—”
“Hush.” He pressed a finger to my lips. “I chose to come to you. You were in need of…assistance.”
“My missing arm.”
“Certainly. And you have…needs. I assumed, what with you being in the army…”
“I did not. Other men did, certainly, but I did not.”
“Have you never…?” He scrunched his nose as if trying to determine if I was unfamiliar with how things were between men.
Should I be honest with him? That he would be my first?“No, I have never.”
“Ah. And you wish…?” His pale-blue eyes widened. Barely visible in the candlelight.
“Yes, I wish. I really wish.”I think I will die if you do not kiss me again.
“Then you shall.” He moved, so he hovered over me.
I lifted my arm to grasp his neck and then pulled him down for a kiss.
A toe-curling, soul-searing, earth-shattering kiss.
Our tongues fought for dominance.
I grasped his hair and pulled.
In response, his cock pressed hard against my hip.
I tried to angle himself so I could rub against him.
He held his hand against my thigh—holding me steady. Finally, he ended the kiss.
Our gazes met.
“You frustrate me, Percy. Never doing what I want.”
He batted his eyelashes at me. “You asked for a kiss.”
“I…” My gaze narrowed. “I certainly implied I wanted more.” I scratched my nose. “Are you going to make me ask?”
“Yes, certainly. Because suddenly you like kissing and—”
“I’ve always liked kissing. I haven’t done it as often as you might think—some ladies were not interested.” I pursed my lips.
“That is not what I was referring to.” He held my gaze.
“To what are you referring?” I tilted my head. “Your expression is so serious.”
