When we were done with the dishes, we went back to my room, which I had also scrubbed top to bottom. Everything was nice and tidy, and I’d even mopped the floor. Judging by how black the water had been afterward, I should do that more often. Oops. The bed was freshly made, and I had swapped my favoriteStar Warssheets for plain white ones that gave a bit more of a mature vibe.
Heath chuckled when I closed the door behind us. “The overpowering lemon scent tells me you went on a cleaning spree.”
I scratched my chin. “Yeah, I wanted to make a good impression.”
“You thought that was necessary?”
“I dunno. Never had a boyfriend before. Or a girlfriend, for that matter. Not like this, anyway.”
Heath stepped close and kissed me softly. “I appreciate you making the effort. It’s not necessary, but I do love that you went through all that trouble for me.”
I shrugged. “You’re worth it.”
Heath clicked his tongue as he gently shook his head. “From anyone else, that would sound so cheesy and corny, but you make it come out real.”
“I mean it.”
“I know, and that’s what makes it so special. It looks really nice in here, Creek.”
How the hell did one transition into, for lack of a better word, more intimate times? I wanted my mouth on him and preferablya hell of a lot more—and lord knew I had done my research because hell if I was gonna suck at this, pun intended—but I had no clue how to initiate.
Or maybe I was overthinking it, which, knowing myself, wasn’t outside the realm of possibilities. Nash had pointed out several times that I had the tendency to get into my own head, and the Army shrink had told me I needed to stop being my own worst enemy. Fun times.
You know what? I was overcomplicating this. “Can I kiss you again?” I asked.
Heath’s eyes widened, and then he laughed. “Yes, please. And I love that you asked.”
As if I would ever make that mistake again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and, without hesitation, moved in for a kiss. How could his lips be so soft? Mine were always chapped, no matter what I did, but his were smooth like velvet. I licked them, then traced the outline of his lips with my tongue, teasing him until he let me in.
He pressed himself against me, and I was instantly hard again. With a little subtle maneuvering, I managed to position us near the bed, then take him down with me as I tumbled backward onto the soft, fresh sheets.
“Smooth move, Sergeant Grumpy,” he teased.
“I’ve got some hidden tricks you haven’t seen before.”
“Show me.”
I kissed him again, then slid my hands under his shirt, reveling in the hard, tight planes of his body. He rolled on top of me, settling his weight between my legs. The pressure of his hard cock against mine was exquisite, and I happily moaned into his mouth as I sank one hand lower and cupped his firm ass.
He tugged on my shirt, and I let go of him for a moment and raised my arms so he could take it off, then went back to kissinghim. Another brief interruption so he could shed his as well, and our mouths fused again.
I could kiss him for hours. I wanted to kiss him for hours. Well, I wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss him, but I wasn’t sure if he was ready for that, so I’d let him set the pace.
But seconds later, he loosened the strings of his pants, then smoothly took my hand and put it underneath his underwear on his ass. That was a pretty obvious hint, which I happily took him up on. I caressed his ass, those luscious globes I had such a hard time keeping my eyes off of. It fascinated me how they could be so firm and strong yet so soft to the touch. One day soon, I was hoping to see them jiggle and bounce as I fucked him, but we weren’t there yet.
But in the meantime, we had other fun things we could do. “Can I suck you off?” I whispered against Heath’s lips.
He looked surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“Not, but… It’s not for everyone.”
“If I hate it, you’ll be the first to know, but I did my research, and I know what to do.”
Heath quirked an eyebrow. “You did research?”
“Yeah. Watched a lot of gay porn, read some online articles with tips for giving head, even asked Nash a couple of questions.” I winced. “But let’s not talk about that because that’s not an aphrodisiac, let me tell you.”
