I reach up, slide the glasses off his face, and tuck them into the neck of his sweatshirt.Leaning in again, I brush my lips against his cheekbone where they're the most concentrated.“I’ve had so many daydreams about these freckles.”
“And what were you doing in these daydreams?”he asks, his voice breathy.
“This,” I murmur as I brush more kisses along his cheekbones, earning a pleased hum.“Mapping them with my mouth.Your cheeks, your neck, everywhere.”I brush my lips lower and lower with every word until I reach his collarbone.
He lets out a stifled moan.
My hands go to the hem of his sweatshirt.“May I?”
He nods and plucks the glasses out of the neck of his top before holding up his arms for me to peel the material over his head.I let it drop to the floor, then reach for my own sweater hem.
“Hey,” he says, sounding indignant, and it stops me in my tracks.
Does he not want my shirt off too?
Parker bends to rest his glasses on the edge of the bed, then bats my hands away and replaces them with his own.“You get to undress me, but I don’t get to do the same?That’s unfair.”
I laugh in relief and hold my hands up in surrender.“Go ahead, then.”
He grins in triumph, but it softens as he strips me out of my sweater with what I’m tempted to call reverence.Next, he reaches for the waist of my sweatpants, but pauses.“Wait, before we get too far into this, do you have condoms in here?”
“I have lube, but no condoms.”Do we need condoms?I thought he said we would just be exploring, which I assumed meant hands only.
“Okay, do you mind if I go get some?Not that I necessarily think we’ll need them, since we’re not, you know, but I want to be prepared in case…” he trails off and sighs.“Sorry, I’m overthinking things and ruining the mood.”
I shake my head, and lean in to kiss him.“You aren’t ruining anything, and stop apologizing for your brain.I like your brain.”I grab his face and angle his head down so I can kiss his forehead.“Overthinking and all.”
He stares at me for a long moment with an expression on his face that I can’t quite read.I would maybe guess he’s overwhelmed, but I’ve seen that look, and this isn’t it.Not completely.But before I can figure it out, or ask what he’s thinking, he kisses me.One hand presses into my lower back, hauling me against his chest, while the other threads into my hair, angling my head back so he can deepen the kiss.I wrap my arms around his neck as my mouth opens under his.I don’t know where this kiss came from, but I don’t care.A moan bubbles up from my chest as his tongue flicks into my mouth, and he answers with a groan of his own.Our tongues dance for a few seconds before Reid softens the kiss and pulls away.
“What was that for?”I ask, panting.
He shakes his head a little and rests our foreheads together.“I really like you.”
“I really like you too,” I say even though I’m still a bit confused about the progression of events.But it’s true.I really, really like him.Part of me worries I might like him a little too much, but if he’s kissing me like that in response to me simply saying that I like his brain, then maybe I don’t need to worry about it.
“Oh, also,” I say, remembering where my train of thought was going before he kissed the hell out of me.“For the record, I don’t think wanting to practice safe sex is overthinking.Safety is sexy.”
His hand slides down from my hair to my waist, and he leans back, eyes roaming over my bare chest.“You’re sexy.”
I laugh and shake my head.“Go get condoms.I’ll get on the bed and wait for you to come back.”
He nods and kisses me quickly.“Okay.”Another kiss.“Don’t get started without me,” he teases.
I watch as he leaves the room, admiring the scattering of freckles across his shoulders and back.God, I can’t wait to explore those with my lips.
His glasses are still on the edge of the bed, so I scoop them up and walk to my nightstand to put them there for safety.I look at the bed, wondering if I should peel the covers down so we don’t get anything on the duvet.Then again, it’s much easier to swap out the duvet for a quilt than to change the sheets.I should have told him to grab a towel.With a sigh, I grab the duvet and pull it down to the end of the bed.I can just change the sheets.Tomorrow is laundry day anyway.
I arrange myself against the pillows and wait for him.I kind of thought he would have been back by now, but maybe he’s having a hard time finding condoms?Should I get up to help him?Or is there something I should do while I wait?I look down at my still sweatpants-clad legs.He said he wanted to undress me, but I’m also curious what his reaction would be if he came back to find me mostly naked.Before I can talk myself out of it, I shove off my sweatpants, leaving me in just my boxer briefs.My dick is bulging against the fabric, the tight fit leaving nothing to the imagination.I try to wait since he said not to get started without him, even if it was just a tease.But the anticipation makes me harder with every second that passes.I slide a hand down my body to palm myself through my briefs, only to relieve the pressure, and a moan slips past my lips right as Parker returns.
“Sorry, I needed to double-check the dates to make sure they were still good, then I thought maybe a towel would be a good—” He stops in the doorway, a strip of condoms and a towel in either hand, and stares, mouth agape.“Fuuuck,” he groans, elongating the vowel.
I grind my palm down again and flash what I hope is a sexy smirk.
His eyes darken, then in a series of quick movements, stalks over to the bed, throws the supplies onto the mattress, and crawls over me.His knees bracket my hips as he settles in my lap, drawing a groan out of me.“I thought I told you not to start without me,” he scolds, but there’s no heat in his voice.It’s light, playful, fun.
We’re still having fun.
Before I can reply, he grabs my face with both hands and kisses me, deep and all-consuming like he had before he left the room.I sigh into him, arching my body to bring us closer and resting my hands on his hips.His mouth trails down to my neck, and he nips at the skin with his teeth—not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough that the sting of it has me gasping.
