“Done with what?”
“Having sex.”
I held his dead-serious gaze. “You don’t need to fuck me for information.”
Hurt flashed in his eyes. “You really think that of me?”
I didn’t. Not him. “I’m sorry.” I grew aware of how close his body was to mine. “Is this a good idea?”
He pursed his lips. “I honestly can’t think of a better idea than having you naked and sweaty with me in bed. Can you?”
Despite sitting perfectly still, I felt lightheaded, goosebumps rising across my skin. It was reckless and irresponsible to further complicate things, but passing on this opportunity scared me more than any possible ramifications.
I exhaled. “I think you should kiss me now.”
He leaned toward me, stalling right before our mouths met. A fucking tease. His warm breath tickled my face, and the second I smiled, he kissed me.
My being was reduced to the currents swimming back and forth between our lips. Kissing him was everything I remembered it to be. I let him explore with his tongue while his hands held firmly to my head, as if worried I might change my mind.
When we stopped to breathe, I said, “I should go take a shower.”
“Okay. I’ll go in after you.”
“No.” I sniffed his neck, inhaling the faint scent of aftershave and sweat. “I like your smell.”
“I know you do.” He brushed my lips with his thumb. “It was a test. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom, Joe.”
I loved it when he called me that, and he knew that. I moved to stand on shaky legs, feeling him watching me as I walked away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was dark in the house when I got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around my waist. A line of golden light shone beneath my closed bedroom door. I put my hand on the handle and took a deep breath, too many thoughts, doubts, and memories buzzing in my head.
But I wanted this, logic be damned.
I opened the door and stepped inside. Hayden rose from the bed wearing boxers, his body a play of light and shadows. Music played from my stereo, an instrumental track with acoustic guitars.
“Come here.”
I walked to face him, flinching when he placed his palms on my waist. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take care of that.” He tugged at my towel until it dropped to my feet. His eyes slid up and down, making me aware of every part of my body, making my skin warm. He raised his hand and held it between us. “Ask me.”
I swallowed. “Please touch me.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
He placed his palm over my heart, my pulse beating against his touch. He traveled down and pinched my nipple, knowing how hard I liked it, though I still gasped when he twisted it.
“Problem?”
“No.”
He pulled me closer until my smooth chest rubbed against his hairy one. His erection pressed against my stomach, tucked inside his boxers. I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and take him into my mouth, but this was his to lead.
He kissed the side of my neck, pulling me closer against him, his hands stroking my back before moving lower to my ass.
