I peeked over the edge ofthe bedclothes, trying to hide the giddy smile spreading over my face. I hadn’t been sure he’dcome. I hadn’t been sure that he’d read the signs, or that he was interested.
“Only me,” he murmured,closing the door behind him and padding toward the bed.
I sat up, letting him see megrin, excitement welling up in my gut. Yes. This was what I wanted. Fox hadbeen kind and safe and so comforting, and Iwantedhim.
He climbed onto the bed,pushing the covers out of the way and then pulling me into his lap once hesettled, broad hands cupping my ass. I’d gone to bed naked, hoping for this.
“Perfect,” he said, grinningright back at me. “Aren’t you lovely?”
Hearing Fox call melovelymade me tingle from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I laughed, joy blooming inmy chest like a drop of ink spreading in water, expanding to fill every littlenook.
“You think so?” I asked,shifting in his lap. He was still wearing pajama pants—flannel—but I could feelthe heat of his half-hard cock through them, starting to strain at the frontseam. He already felt huge.
All for me.Becauseofme.
“I do. Are you sure you’reready for this?”
A shy nod was the onlyanswer I could manage. I wassoready for this, practically vibratingwith excitement over my first time being with someone like Fox.
Plus, I knew now that he hadahugecock. Definitely a selling point.
Fox smiled at me, tucking astray curl behind my ear. “Then where do you think we ought to start, hmm?”
“You should kiss me,” Imurmured, tilting my head so our foreheads were pressed together and closing myeyes in anticipation. There were dozens of things I thought he should do to me,but I wanted to start with a kiss. Sweet and slow and toe-curling.
“Should I?” Fox purred. “Well,in that case…”
I woke with a start, pantingfor breath.
For several long seconds, Ihad to focus to separate what was real from what had been a dream.
Fox had been a dream. I wasalone in my own bed, the world pitch black outside. No one had ever been here.
A lump formed in my throat.
Oh.
It wasn’t even a sexdream. It was a sexy cuddling dream, and my own stupid brain had cut me offbefore I got so much as a kiss out of it.
I wondered what Fox’s scar wouldfeel like under my lips.
Then I realized what thehell I was thinking.
No. No, I couldnotthink that way about Fox, for a million reasons. It wasn’t going tohappen. He didn’t even know I was gay. Hecouldn’tknow I was gay.
Heart still pounding in mychest, I took a deep breath and rolled onto my side, curling up and burrowingdeeper under the covers.
It was just because Fox hadbeen nice to me today. Knights in shining armor didn’t come along all thatoften, of course I wanted to kiss the first one who had.
As I tried to getcomfortable, the sinking feeling that I wasn’t getting to sleep withoutdoing something about the raging hard-on I’d woken up with settled over me. Mycock was throbbing with need, heat pooling low in my belly, the urge to reachdown and jerk myself off overwhelming.
With an annoyed grunt, Ilicked my palm and then shoved my hand back under the covers. Gripping myselfharder than I needed to, I hissed at the sudden contact against oversensitiveskin.Fine.
What else was I going tothink about but Fox? He was the only thing I could focus on, the only imagethat came to mind as I started stroking. Fox wet from the shower, droplets ofwater rolling down his firm, broad chest. Gathering in the dips and grooves ofhis unfairly well-defined muscles. Clinging to the trail of hair that ran fromhis belly button down to the dark patch of curls I’d tried really,reallyhard not to lookat.
Not hard enough, because Ihad no trouble remembering how big his cock had been. Even for his height andbuild, he was out of proportion down there. In the best possible way.
