He watches me watch him.
“You’re staring,” he says.
“I’m appreciating,” I correct. “There’s a difference.”
His skin is pale gold with a dusting of freckles across his shoulders and chest, like someone scattered cinnamon there. I want to count each of them.
“Want to try some horizontal appreciation?” he asks in a husky voice.
“Most definitely.”
He pushes me back on the bed.
“So, is this an improvement on the date?” I ask.
“The date was perfect,” Devin says, crawling over me. “This is…extra credit.”
I groan as he grinds his hips against mine, slow and deliberate, like he’s testing exactly what sounds he can pull out of me as our cocks rub against each other through fabric.
We’re kissing again, and it’s just so…easy. And hot. So, so hot.
There’s a familiarity that I’ve never experienced. Like my body was designed to make him feel pleasure, and his body was made to fit perfectly against mine.
We move together like we’ve practiced this, like we’ve had years to learn each other’s rhythms.
I don’t believe in soulmates. I don’t believe in fate or destiny or any of that nonsense I spend my time debunking.
But I can’t explain this. The way being with him feels less like meeting someone new and more like finally finding someone I’ve been searching for.
“You know,” I gasp as he starts to kiss down my chest, “in engineering, there’s this concept called resonance. It’s when two systems vibrate at the same frequency, amplifying each other’s movement until the whole structure transforms.”
Devin pauses, looking up at me with those hazel eyes. “Are you seriously giving me a physics lesson right now?”
I can’t believe I want to tell him that we feel like two systems in perfect resonance, creating something bigger than ourselves.
But the strangest thing is I feel like he’d somehow understand that this is how my brain processes miracles—through equations and theories, through the language I know best.
“It’s how my brain works,” I admit as he starts to kiss farther down my stomach.
“I love your brain.” He grins up at me wickedly. “But right now, I’m interested in other parts of you.”
Something warm blooms in my chest. Instead of just tolerating my tangents like most people, Devin seems genuinely delighted by them. It reminds me of bantering with SunshineGuy because he’s the only other person who’s made me feel like the trait is a feature rather than a bug.
But I can’t think about SunshineGuy right now. Not with Devin’s mouth moving lower.
He mouths my erection through the fabric, and the barrier between us is suddenly the most offensive piece of cotton in existence. I make an embarrassing whining sound as I lift my hips in what I hope is a subtle hint.
His fingers hook into my waistband, finally, and he moans in appreciation when he pulls my boxers down.
“Oh god, you’re perfect.”
“Not always the reaction my genitalia gets, but I’ll take it.”
He’s laughing as he leans forward. I feel his breath over my cock before he wraps his lips around me, and the combination of sensation and joy is almost too much.
The warmth of his mouth is extraordinary, slick and perfect, his tongue doing things that should require an advanced degree. He bobs his head slowly, hollowing his cheeks, and I hear myself make a sound I’ve never made before.
He stares up at me through those ridiculously long eyelashes, and I have to close my eyes because that visual is going to end this far too quickly.
