Page 49 of A Matter of Time

He just stood there, looking at me.

I had no idea what he wanted, and it didn’t seem like he did either, so I turned to go to the stove, giving him time to think.

He moved so fast, grabbing a fistful of my hair and wrenching me back up against him, his arm snaked around my neck so I couldn’t move.

“Oh-kay,” I breathed out, because this I could work with.

“I don’t know what to… If you were a… I don’t know what to do!” His voice was ragged and breathy.

“Whatever you want,” I said softly as he leaned my head back, every inch of my skin hot, ready to be touched. “Just… It’s okay, whatever you do. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

His hand went under the collar of my shirt, sliding over my throat, my collarbone, down my chest. I couldn’t breathe.

I felt him shiver before his other hand slid up my abdomen, first pulling the sweater free, then slipping underneath it to touch my skin.

“What do you want?”

But I couldn’t speak.

He yanked the sweater roughly up over my head then shoved me down on the bed. It was a rush to get me naked, and he tugged and pulled until I was. I was forced face down onto my mattress and pulled to the edge. I heard his buckle go, and a second later he was against me.

“Tell me what to do,” he said, his voice soft, barely there.

“I want all those clothes off,” I ordered, looking at him over my shoulder.

He peeled out of the henley and the T-shirt underneath, and then his boots were toed off before his jeans went, followed by his briefs.

There was no doubt about it, Detective Sam Kage was a beautiful man. In clothes, he was gorgeous. Out of them? Breathtaking. I stared my fill of him.

“Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please,” I murmured before I reached for him, drawing his arm down, then curled his hand around my length and let him feel me sliding through his fingers, how hard I was, how silky the skin. “See how good you make me feel?”

He leaned over, and I felt his mouth on my shoulder before he bit down. It hurt and made me gasp at the same time

“Oh, you like that,” he rumbled, leaning into me.

“I do,” I rasped, showing him how to stroke me. “Now fuck me.”

“But I—what if⁠—”

“I’m negative, and you were trying to tell me you are too, weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I have a paper in here somewhere that says that.”

“Me too, at home.”

“I never bareback, Detective—believe me, you’re safe.” He probably shouldn’t have believed me, but I was telling the truth. No one ever got near me without a condom. What I was offering him was a gift.

“I… Jesus, I don’t⁠—”

“We’re both good. Have me.”

“But I don’t wanna hurt⁠—”

“You won’t,” I promised as I pointed at my nightstand. “There’s lube in there. Get it.”