The look in his eyes when heaskedme to kiss him.
The sound of him screaming my name as I made him come.
The look in his eyes as he brought me to release.
Right now, he looks peaceful as hell, and I can’t help but curl closer to him. I close my eyes and breathe him in, savoring the moment. It wasn’t all that long ago we’d been here—sharing morning cuddles—but this time it feels different. But he’s not awake yet, either, and part of me worries that we’ll have a repeat of last time.
And almost as if he can sense my trepidation, he stirs.
I freeze, not wanting to move or somehow disturb this perfect moment.
Jacob turns in my grasp, those piercing blue eyes finding mine, and I expect to see surprise or fear in them, but that’s not what I see at all.
“Good morning,” I say with a lazy smile.
Jacob shifts his position, pulling me closer and my heart swells with excitement because he’spulling me closer.
I can’t help the warmth spreading through me or the grin on my face.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, burying his face in my shoulder.
His cock presses against mine, eliciting a groan from me as my own responds with reciprocation. Jacob chuckles.
“What?” I ask, the laughter evident in my voice.
“Nothing,” he says, his voice full of humor. It’s the sweetest sound. I thrust myself against him and he groans.
“Aaron—”
“What?” I taunt, kissing his ear, his jaw, his lips. He laughs as I kiss him, his hand on my waist tightening its grip as his cock twitches against mine.
We laugh and kiss in the morning light as we roll around in the sheets. Jacob fights me with infectious laughter as he triesto break my hold, but when I get on top of him and kiss him, he melts like butter on hot toast.
How is it possible to miss something you’ve never had?
Because none of my exes made me feel like this.
Young. Free. Alive.
“Aaron—” he murmurs as I thrust my cock against him.
“Jacob.” I breathe his name like a prayer. I’m not a religious man by any means, but if Jacob was a religion, I’d worship him until the day I die.
His stomach growls and I sigh, knowing we can’t stay here forever. In my bed, making out and frotting with one another. Though I wish we could.
I grasp his chin, taking in the sight of him and his messy blonde hair, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
We crossed some invisible line last night. I know that.
And now things are different. Between us.
I lean down and kiss him softly before I get off of him and adjust my cock. I need to piss and I should probably shower before breakfast.
“Breakfast is serve yourself,” I say as I head for the bathroom.
I feel his gaze on my back, and I turn to note he’s staring at me. I tense, remembering the last time we had a morning after. How he freaked out.
I worry history is going to repeat itself, but his gaze meets mine and he leans back into my bed, the covers barely covering his hips.
