Page 178 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“You know what? I think I’m starting to realise that,” I say.

Austin raises his hand and places his palm alongside my jaw. “You’re special, Henry. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise and don’t let some jerk ruin the future for you.”

My eyes prickle and I blink back moisture, nodding mutely. My eyes are locked to his, that strange current flowing between us. A moment stretches into a minute and I wait for him to look away, to step back, to ask for his coffee. But none of that happens. Austin stands still, one hand on my hip, the other cupping my cheek. His touch is tender, matching the look in his eyes.

Unable to resist any longer, I pull him into a kiss, our lips meeting in a way that makes my body zing, and as Austin kisses me back, I know that he can feel it too. The heat between us is palpable. He parts his lips, allowing our tongues to explore and I give myself over to the sensation of the best kiss of my life—best because I can feel all the emotion being poured into it.

“Is this okay?” Austin asks, pulling back just enough for our eyes to meet.

I love that he’s asking. “It’s more than okay. I want this, Austin.” I want whatever you’ll give me.

His response is immediate, pulling me back into his arms, our bodies pressing together. He’s taller and broader, and I fit perfectly into him like two pieces of a puzzle.

His fingers find their way under the hem of my shirt, tracing the contours of my abs. I shiver at the touch, a moan escaping. Cool air hits my skin as he lifts the T-shirt, sending goosebumps down my spine but it’s nothing compared to the electric shock that courses through me when his hands slide across my bare chest. He continues the movement and tugs the T-shirt over my head.

“Your turn,” I murmur, pulling on his shirt until it’s discarded on the floor.

“God, Henry,” he breathes, hands back on my torso. “You’re amazing.”

“Look who’s talking.” I can’t believe I have my hands on the acres of muscles that make up Austin Mitchell’s chest. His skin is smooth as I run my fingers over his ribs until I reach the crisp fair hairs that adorn his pecs and run down his flat belly.

“Are you nervous?” I ask, noticing the slight tremble in his hands as we momentarily pull apart.

“Maybe a little,” he admits, laughing nervously. “But it’s a good kind of nervous. I mean, wow, if kissing you feels this good, I’m not sure how I’ll handle anything more.”

I chuckle, but he’s right. I’ve kissed plenty of guys before, but nothing has ever come close to the passion and intensity I feel with Austin right now. The truth is, I’m completely overwhelmed by how intense our connection feels. It’s as if every nerve ending in my body has come alive, hungry for his touch. My heart swells with emotion to know he feels it too, but I don’t want to scare him off.

“We can take this slow, okay?” I say, wanting to put him at ease, but he catches me off guard.

Instead of stepping away, he gives a gentle tug, pulling me closer. The hand that was at my hip snakes around to my arse. There’s no doubt how turned on we both are, and when he grinds into me, there’s no question where this is heading.

“I’ll go as slow as you like, Henry… or as hard,” he says.

My knees go weak at his words. Fucking hell!

“H-ha-haard?” I stutter.

His eyes, once filled with apprehension, now blaze with determination. There’s no sign of uncertainty in his movements, every intention clear. “Do you want this?” he asks.

I gulp. “Y-yeah.”

My pulse quickens as he reaches for the waistband of my board shorts, simultaneously dropping to his knees on the kitchen floor. OMG Austin Mitchell is on his knees for me. The fabric pools around my ankles, and he gazes at my hard-on with a look that seems part awe and part excitement. I brace myself for an awkward fumble, but as he takes me in his hand and his lips wrap around me—Oh fuck, how wrong I was.

“Fuck.” I groan, my fingers threading through his hair. His mouth works wonders, sending shivers down my spine and making my legs tremble. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, feels like pure ecstasy. This isn’t just another hookup; this is something altogether more raw and intense.

I’m getting closer and closer to the edge. I never thought it would be this hot, this electrifying but, then again, nothing about Austin has ever been predictable and I never thought I’d be in this position.

“Wait!” I plead, pulling away from him and slipping from his mouth. He looks up, the question in his eyes, and I hurry to reassure him. “I’m not ready to come yet. Fuck, Austin.”

I drop to my knees in front of him and wrap my hands around his nape, drawing him down for a kiss. It’s hot and wet and sloppy. The tiles are cool, but he doesn’t hesitate when I guide him backwards, taking the hint and sliding to the floor. I hover over him for a moment, taking in his body. His torso is bare and I love that I can look to my heart’s content instead of only furtive glances. His arms are darker than his chest due to his permanent tan from working outdoors. His shoulders are broad, his waist narrow. This time I trace the blond hairs that run from his chest down his belly and disappear into his waistband.

“Henry. Please.” Austin’s voice is low, a touch demanding.

I meet his eyes and smile. He wants me.

He lifts his butt from the floor and I shimmy his shorts and trunks off, my eyes immediately drawn to his cock—like the rest of him, it’s gorgeous. Perfect. Mouth-watering.

As I lower my head and take him in my mouth, his breath catches, and he grips my hair tightly. His taste is intoxicating, and I hungrily explore every inch of him, memorising the sounds he makes and the way his body trembles beneath me. I want to show him just how much this means to me, how much I care for him.

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