“You said I never had to ask to touch you,” Aleks murmured as his eyes fell to my mouth for a moment. “Does that mean…anywhere?”
“Yes, it fudging does,” I managed to say.
He smiled wide as his finger continued to stroke back and forth over my lower lip. Then he leaned down and tentatively brushed his mouth over mine.
I kissed him back but let him set the pace. Much like our first kiss, it took a little while to find that perfect rhythm, but he was a quick study.
He also had this thing with touching my face as he kissed me. Like he wanted to make sure I didn’t try to pull my mouth away.
Like that would ever happen.
I let my lips part in invitation, which caused Aleks to pull back just a little. “I’m not good at this,” he said with a shake of his head.
“Aleks,” I said with what was supposed to have looked like a grinbut probably came off looking like a grimace instead, because my body was lighting up like a brushfire. “If you were any better at this, I’d end up stroking out.”
I could see that last part confused him, but before I could explain, his mouth was back on mine. He still hadn’t tried to deepen the kiss when he pulled back again, but his entire upper body had shifted so he was lying on my chest.
“I… I like kissing you,” he began hesitantly. “But…”
“It can be as much or as little as you want, Aleks. You’re in control.’’
His eyes widened at that.
I used my free hand to run my fingers along the back of his arm, which he had pressed next to my body so he could support some of his upper body weight.
“Anything we do together is about choice, Aleks. Yours and mine. Together. If there was something I didn’t want you to do, I’d tell you and I’d expect you to stop just like I will always stop when you ask me to.”
My words seemed to stun him into silence and he actually pulled back a little more as if he needed the distance to process what I’d said. I kept toying with the skin behind his elbow because I wanted to maintain as much contact with him as I could.
“I won’t ever hurt you, James,” he finally said, then he dropped his weight down on top of me again.
“I know you won’t.”
“But I may do things wrong… you’ll tell me if I do, right? I want to make you happy.”
I shook my head in disbelief at him. “Jesus, Aleks, what you do to me,” I murmured, then I brushed my mouth over his. He kissed me back and this time his tongue ventured into my mouth. I groaned at how sweet he tasted and my entire body tensed in anticipation with every pass of his tongue over mine. I fought the natural instinct to kiss him back and just let him explore my mouth instead. It was a good minute before he suddenly whimpered and grabbed my face more firmly.
Then his kiss turned possessive and needy.
“James,” he breathed against my mouth and I knew what he wanted. When he kissed me again, I kissed him back.
Hard.
Deep.
Desperately.
I closed my fingers around his upper arms as he lay more of his body on top of me. I barely noticed his weight, but I didn’t miss the hardness that was brushing my stomach as Aleks started to squirm.
I knew what he was trying to do, but I doubted he did.
I used one of my hands to pull the hem of my T-shirt up so my abdomen was exposed. The move had Aleks freezing and then looking down between our bodies. His skin was flushed and I could feel a tremor running through his body.
“Aleks,” I called. He looked up at me, his pretty brown eyes wide with confusion… and desire. “Take what you need,” I said. “I’ll like anything you do.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but then his mouth was back on mine.
Ravenous.
