Page 103 of Love On and Off Set

“Uh, no. Creative mind, though.” He met my grin, even as he stroked himself.

“I was a grip on the pilot of a terrible vampire show. Thank God it never got picked up.” I advanced toward him. “This is going to be so good.” I gestured to the bed with my chin. “Can I prep you? I always find that so fucking sexy.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it.” He blinked. “I haven’t had…that is, there hasn’t been…”

I moved swiftly to his side. I ran my hand up and down his arm. “You’re here. I’m here. I haven’t done as much as you probably think. Wedded to my job. I put in a lot of hours.” I’d never had a serious relationship because I’d never met someone who captured my imagination.

Robbie does.

Another thought for another time.

He turned to kiss me. Sweet this time. Just a pressing of lips. He pulled back. “You do the bedding and I’ll make myself available.”

“Yeah. Facing okay? I know some guys—”

“Facing is perfect. I want to watch you as you come undone.”

A shy grin emerged. “I like the sound of that.”

I yanked the comforter down to the foot of the bed. I kept the room at a nice ambient temperature because I disliked being hot. After I pulled down the sheet for him, he crawled onto the bed and made his way to the center. I moved to the nightstand and yanked out the box of condoms and the bottle of lube. After eight years of never bringing someone home—because of the foreign-student roommate and my respect for him—I’d tried a few months ago. I hadn’t enjoyed the alien sensation of someone in my space. So I’d stuck to either going back to the places of the guys I hooked up with or a hotel, which was always pricey.

Now? With Robbie here?

This felt…perilously perfect.

I snagged the bottle of lube and climbed onto the bed, settling myself between his thighs.

He opened them for me.

His cock now stood fully erect as he held it, and his balls, out of the way. He was baring himself for me in a way that made my breath catch. Yes, he was a handsome guy. But what was inside made the real difference. He was a good person. I felt that down to the marrow of my bones.

I coated my fingers with lube and began a slow exploration of him. First one finger. Then a second. Then a scissoring motion. Then, with a twist of my wrist, I brushed my finger over his prostate.

A tear leaked from his eye.

“Oh, baby—”

“Keep going. No one’s ever…please…”

“Okay.” I wanted to kiss the tear away, but that might break him—and me. Instead, I withdrew my fingers, gloved up, applied more lube, and leaned toward him.

He met my gaze as he pulled his knees up and out of the way. “I’m ready.”

I cracked a smile. “I believe you are. You’re also perfect.” I pressed a kiss to his lips. Then I brushed my cock against his entrance.

A grin crossed his face. “I’m thinking you can do better than that.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You going to be bossy?”

“I’m going to be sassy.” Another wicked grin.

Having fun in bed was always a huge turn-on for me, and as I nudged my cock into him, I offered a smile of my own. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, I pushed myself in. I wasn’t huge, but I was decent sized, and I had the distinct impression it’d been a while for him.

Still, he relaxed slowly and when my head was fully in, he breathed out. “Okay, that was the worst if it, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah. From here on in, I make you feel good.” I continued to push in and, eventually, I was fully seated.

He brushed a hand across my brow. “Make me feel good, Brody. Give me good memories.”