“Yeah, but…” He sighed. “I don’t know.”
I frowned. Something was bothering him. Something about me calling him darlin’. But what? Then inspiration struck. “I don’t call you that because I can’t remember your name, you know. Or because I don’t want to be reminded of the fact that you’re a guy. ’Cause trust me, that’s not something I can forget. Or want to.”
He peeked at me from between his lashes. “No?”
“No.” I took his hand and pressed a kiss on it. “I’m fine with being bi. I promise.”
“I know I’m being a pain about this, but?—”
“You’re not being a pain.”
“…but I don’t have the best experiences with straight guys.”
“I’m not straight, darlin’.”
“No.” He took a deep breath. “No, you’re not, and I need to keep telling myself that.”
I’d emptied my plate and now wiped my mouth, then pushed my chair back a little. “Wanna come test how not straight I am?” I patted my thighs.
Cheesy? Maybe, but I didn’t know how to be smooth about this. I wanted to kiss him again, maybe fool around a little if he was up for that, but I didn’t have a clue how to transition naturally. But maybe I didn’t have to?
Heath’s face broke open in a wide smile, the kind that made his eyes crinkle and his lips curl up in a way that made me want to do whatever I could to see that smile all the time. He was so goddamn pretty.
“I’m totally open to testing that,” he said.
It only took him a second or two to park himself on my lap, straddling me, and then we were face to face, eye to eye…and mouth to mouth. I brushed his bottom lip with my thumb. “You still had a little salsa there.”
“Are you sure it’s all gone?”
I opened my mouth to reassure him, then registered the deeper meaning and grinned. I brought my mouth close to his, then traced his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue. “Mmm, I think there’s still some more,” I whispered.
“Better make sure it’s all gone, then.”
I licked around his mouth again before losing my patience and pressing my mouth against his. The little growl he let out when I surged into his mouth was like throwing gasoline onto a fire, and something ignited deep inside me. I kissed him deeper, grabbing his head with both hands as if I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.
Not that he was showing any signs of wanting to leave. He plastered himself against me, grinding down on my rapidly hardening cock, and Jesus, I saw stars. When he tugged on my shirt, I whipped it over my head and dropped it onto the floor, and he did the same. Our naked torsos met. I’d never felt another hard body against mine, and it took me out of it for a moment. No soft breasts here, no gentle curves. Heath was all male, with slim lines and angles, yet he fit perfectly against me.
He ran his hand through my chest hair as our tongues tangled and dueled, chased and danced. Then he found my right nipple and pinched it, and I jerked in response. It was like my nipple had a direct nerve connection to my dick. Wow. They’d never been that sensitive.
He leaned back for a moment, checking my reaction. “Good?”
I had to clear my throat. “Very good.”
“Okay,” he said and went back to kissing me, his fingers now playing with my nipple in a way that made it hard for me to concentrate.
I took my hands off his head and slid them lower, marveling at how soft his skin was, until I reached the waistband of his pants. Should I…?
Heath made an impatient sound. That would be a yes, then.
I popped the button and managed to drag the zipper down with one hand, then slipped both my hands into his pants and cupped his ass through his underwear. He let out a beautiful groan and pushed against my hands.
I wanted more, and this time, I didn’t hesitate. When I pulled my hands back, he protested. “Don’t?—”
“Wanna feel your skin,” I whispered. “Not going anywhere.”
I slipped them back in, now delving under the thin layer of his underwear, and touched his warm, bare skin. His ass had some roundness and softness to it that I loved. I caressed and squeezed, loving the little sounds he projected into my mouth. He was vocal, but not in an over-the-top porn star way.
I’d once hooked up with a woman who’d tried to give Pornhub a run for their money in terms of moans, and let me tell you, that was not sexy. But Heath’s sounds were spontaneous, these little sighs and moans, impatient whimpers or soft groans when I retreated.
