“Then what?”
I took a breath. How did I explain something I had never said out loud before?
“I think…” I stopped and tried again. “I think I always imagined being with someone I trusted enough not to need to be.”
Dean didn’t interrupt.
“Most of my life has been people telling me where to stand. What to say. What not to say. How to skate. How to behave.” His fingers tightened against mine.
“I know.”
“When I imagined this...” I swallowed. “I never wanted more responsibility.”
Dean drew in a long breath. “You wanted to let go for a while.”
The accuracy of it made my chest ache. “Yes.”
He studied me for a moment. Then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
“Okay.”
I frowned. “Okay?”
His smile was gentle. “That’s not a problem, Luka.”
Somewhere deep down, I think I’d expected it to be.
Dean rolled me onto my back and covered me with his body. I loved the sensation of being pinned beneath him, his lips on my face, my neck. He rocked against me, and I moaned to feel his hard length sliding over my equally solid shaft.
I had to touch it.
I snaked a hand between us, reaching lower until my fingertips encountered his crotch.
Dean’s eyes widened. “Feel what you do to me?” He gave a slow roll of his hips, and another moan escaped me. “You still want this?”
I cupped his bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze, my heart thumping.
He let out a shudder. “Okay, I think I just created a new world record for hardness.” Then he chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Henuzzled me again, and multiple shivers trickled through me. “I think I’m ready to ditch the clothes.”
My breathing was ragged, my pulse rapid. “Me too.”
He knelt up on the bed, stripping off his sweater in one fluid motion before tossing it aside. I couldn’t resist. I leaned in to kiss his firm little nipples, loving the hitch in his breathing, the way he cradled my head, keeping me there.
Then it was my turn, and Dean was in control. First my sweater, then my pants and socks, until all that remained were my briefs. My heart pounded as he brushed his hand over my thickening cock, making no move to slide his fingers under the cotton. His lips found mine, and I whimpered into the kiss, pushing up with my hips.
“I said we’re taking it slow, remember?”
I rolled my eyes. “Slow is fine.Thisis torture.”
“Ooh, then I must be doing it right.” Dean pushed my underwear down my thighs, then came to a dead stop, his gaze locked on my cock that rose into the air.
I lifted my head from the pillow. “Is there something wrong with it?”
Dean looked up so fast I almost laughed. “What? No!”
“Then why are you staring at it as though you’re trying to solve a mathematical equation? Because while I might be a virgin, evenIknow yours is going to fit.”
I was trying not to think about that part.
