He just groans in response, rubbing his foot down along my calf as his hand flattens against my back, warm and sure and steady.
I shift a bit more, needing to feel his body pressed against mine, and it’s just as good as I’ve imagined. My chest tightens as I reach up, cup his cheek, and tug him down to me.
I’ve never kissed anyone before.
But I need him now like I need air to breathe.
He’s confident and bold, and he brings his mouth to mine like he’s done it a thousand times before. His lips caress and soothe with a pressure that’s exactly right. I groan deep in my throat and then melt into him, kissing him back again and again. It’s fucking perfect.
When we finally part, both breathing hard, it’s like he can’t stand it. He makes some sound of protest and then pushes himself up onto one elbow, leans over me, and captures my lips again, slower this time, as his leg slides between mine. He’s gentle, even though I can feel his hard length pressing against my thigh.
He hums quietly and pulls back, and his hand comes up to trace along my jaw. “God, that was amazing.” I open my eyes to see him, and I swallow hard when our eyes meet. He’s looking at me with so much care and gentleness that it’s almost overwhelming. “Nico, you’re—”
I slip both hands up around to the back of his neck andpull him down, cutting off whatever he was going to say. He comes right to me, pressing his lips back to mine, though he’s even more careful, soft, sensual. His hand slides around to my waist and then upward slightly, taking my shirt with it, and I moan into him.
Fuck, thisisamazing. My heart’s racing with the most incredible rhythm, and I’m warm and tingly all over.
He just starts to deepen the kiss in a new way—his tongue peeking out to run along my bottom lip—when my fucking alarm goes off from the nightstand again. Its annoying buzz turns into a pulsing tune that’s too awful to be ignored.
With a groan, he breaks the kiss and rolls over away from me to grab my phone. “Snooze or stop?” he asks, his voice rough.
I can’t breathe, and I’m hot and too overwhelmed to think, so I just screw my eyes shut and reach out with a grumble. “Lemme see.” The phone lands in my hand, and I force my eyes back open with a groan. “Ugh, I gotta get up now,” I mutter as I swipe to turn the alarm off.
I toss the phone onto the bed between us and cover my eyes with my arm. And not more than a second later, he’s pulling me up against him again, his lips finding my neck and then my jaw and my cheek. It’s light, and there’s something almost joyful about how he’s touching me. I find myself smiling, even as I feign another grumble and pretend to try to push him away.
He laughs against me, a puff of air warming my neck. Then he kisses that same spot and hums something quiet. I stop pushing him away and just curl up in his arms. My whole body shudders as his arms tighten around me and he places more soft kisses on my neck.
I can hear his heart thrumming hard, and I know mine’s doing the same thing.
“I meant what I said,” he breathes between kisses, and he stops with his lips lingering against my skin as I grip his shirt. He shiftsto settle me more on his chest, and then he buries his head in my hair and inhales deeply. “I’m sorry I hid this from you. I’ve wanted to tell you for so long. I hope we can talk more later. Sorry I kinda, um, mauled you.”
I laugh as my chest tightens, and I shake my head. “Don’t be sorry about that. It was fucking incredible.”
I should say something else. After all, we both just came out to each other. And he kissed me. Or I kissed him. Whatever. We kissed.
God, we fucking kissed.
It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.
Some massive weight seems to disappear from my shoulders, and I breathe in a deep, uninhibited breath and cling to him as I let it out.
“I have to go to work now,” I say quietly.
“Yeah.”
I push up so I can see him, my hands resting on his chest. His eyes are soft, and he brings a hand up to cup my cheek.
“Meet me for lunch?” I ask.
He smiles, his face lighting up, and then he nods and leans in to kiss my forehead.
Fuck, that’s even better than him kissing my neck.
“I’m helping my mom out most of the day today,” he says. “Cleaning and then running some errands for her. But I’ll skip out around noon and bring lunch. Will that work?”
“Mm-hmm, yeah.”
“Good.”
