Page 45 of The Science of Attraction

“Come on.”I led Jules toward the bed.

He looked about as skittish as those newborn lambs appearing around the station, and I reached for the bedside lamp, thinking it might be easier for him in the dark.

“No.” He grabbed my wrist. “I want to see you. If that’s okay?”

I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. Wanting to see me, knowing it was a man making him feel good, said a lot about how ready Jules was. “Absolutely.” I shucked off my T-shirt and draped it over the lamp to soften the glare. When I turned back around, Jules was staring at me, open-mouthed.

“Damn.” His fingers traced the intricate tribal tattoos that covered my arms before moving to the swooping hawk that took up most of my chest. He caught my eye and a wave of goosebumps prickled over my skin. “Just, wow. I’ve been dying to see what you had under those clothes.” He stepped closer, the heat of his body, the scent of his cologne, the rasp of his voice all fucking with my senses. “So goddamn beautiful.”

He turned me around, drawing a sharp breath at the sight of the huge humpback whale breaching the length of my spine between my neck and waist. His fingertips skimmed the design, my skin pebbling under his electric touch, pulse thrumming in my ears, like every cell in my body was realigning to his touch, like notes to a tuning fork.

Then his lips pressed against my shoulder blade and I gasped.

“You like that?” he whispered, his hot breath floating over my skin.

I turned my head for the briefest of kisses and rasped, “You fucking know I do. And you have plenty of game, just so you know.”

He chuckled and kissed me again, his hands sliding around my waist. Then he went still, like he’d run out of instructions and wasn’t quite sure what to do next.

“My turn.” I spun and grabbed the hem of his jumper, quickly lifting it over his head. He kicked off his shoes and I added his white T-shirt to the growing pile on the floor. “Mmm. You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” I ran my fingers through the soft tangle of dark curls that covered his pale chest. When he gasped and closed his eyes, I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek over the same spot. “Delicious.”

He murmured, “I thought you gay guys liked everything waxed and shit.”

I ran my cheek back the other way. “Not this gay guy.” I turned and kissed his nipple and he jumped, eyes flying open, but he didn’t pull away.Hmmm. I noted the hot spot for another occasion and pressed on, running my fingers down to the waistband of his jeans as my kisses dropped lower.

I glanced up and our gazes locked. “Is this okay, baby?”

He nodded, pupils beginning to blow.

I took my time, kissing his stomach with every button worked free. Then I pushed his jeans down to his ankles and he stepped free wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs. I stood and drank my fill. He was, quite simply, gorgeous. Hard sinew and lean muscle covered by acres of delicious creamy skin. My mouth watered at the sight.

As I stood gawping, his hand traced the curve of my arse drawing a needy groan from my lips. He chuckled and squeezed the cheek playfully, then hooked a finger in the waistband of my leggings and tugged me closer, his gaze dropping to my solid erection pointing his way.

I ran a hand down my stomach and gave myself a squeeze.

He drew a sharp breath. “Fucking hell.” And his gaze shot up to mine. “Makes it real, doesn’t it?”

I went up on my toes and kissed him. “You wanna slow things down?”

He shook his head and pulled me close. “Nope. And these should be illegal, by the way.” He shoved my leggings and briefs down over my hips, carefully avoiding my cock bobbing freely in the cool air. “It’s like putting candy by the checkout—” He paused, staring at my cock.

I stepped free and tipped his chin up. “Is there a problem?”

“Ah, no.” He swallowed hard. “You’re just, well... uncut.”

I took my cock in hand and studied it. “Well, looky there. Whaddya know. I’m so glad you pointed that out.”

He poked me in the ribs. “Shut up. It’s just that, well, I don’t have much—make thatanyexperience, remember? And certainly not with an original.” He chewed on his lower lip like he was contemplating a complicated puzzle.

I laughed. “An original, huh? It’s just a cock, Jules. You have one too. And you’ll be relieved to know they work the same way.”

“But—” He reached out and gently ran a finger over the hood of skin around the top and I hissed with pleasure. His gaze jerked back up. “Ooooohhhh. An on-off switch.”

I laughed, but as he went to do it again, I grabbed his hand and warned, “Unless you want this first time to come to a premature conclusion, I suggest you leave the nice new toy alone for a minute and focus on other things.”

His mouth turned up in the slyest, sexiest fucking smile I’d ever seen.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck me, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

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