His gorgeous erection sprang free. He arched an eyebrow. “You got here first and you’re still dressed?”
Well, my shirt was unbuttoned and my fly was down. But yeah, I’d gotten distracted. So off came the rest of my clothes, and I dove for the bed.
He laughed as he followed me down. Levering himself, he lay flat against me.
My skin tingled every place his touched mine.
Our cocks brushed and a shot of electricity arced through me.
I held his gaze. “My doctor ran the tests. I’m negative.”
“Oh really.” He grinned. “I went to a clinic, and they ran all the tests for me. I’m negative as well.”
“And we’re not seeing anyone else? Well, I mean I’m not. But you might not—”
“Just you, Finn. I can’t imagine that changing but, for now, just you.”
I didn’t know how to interpret his words. They sounded like a commitment of some kind. Like if we stopped using condoms then we were all in with this relationship thing. “I’ve never gone bareback.”
He held my gaze. “I haven’t either. Never met someone who made me want to. Not until I met you.”
“Okay.” I brushed our cocks together.
He groaned. “Yes. That. Can I prep you?”
“I’d love that.” Because somehow, when he did this, his care and attention deepened the bond between us.
He rolled off me and snagged the lube from my nightstand.
I opened my thighs to welcome him.
From there he did what he always did—but with the new anticipation there wouldn’t be a barrier between the two of us. I wasn’t nervous. Deep in my soul, I trusted him. Even as he carried secrets. I didn’t. I was an open book.
He crooked his finger to brush my prostate.
A drop of precum leaked from my cock.
He licked it with a Cheshire cat grin. “You ready for me?”
“Always.” I didn’t try to keep the need from my voice. Because he’d become an important part of my life. Hell, I’d invited him to meet my mother.
He slicked his cock, and lined himself up.
Our gazes met and held.
I nodded.
Slowly he pushed inside me.
The feeling was both the same and different. Knowing I was laying myself open to him. Giving him the opportunity to deeply hurt me—if he chose to.
It goes both ways—you could easily break his trust as well. But I wouldn’t. I knew enough of myself to know I’d never do that.
“God, Finn. I’ll never get enough of you.” His jaw clenched as he bottomed out.
“Then don’t. I’m right here.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass.
He chuckled. “Trust me—I know.” He withdrew and thrust in, pulled back then pushed forward. He teased and tormented and pushed me higher and higher.
