Page 22 of Curious

“That wasn’t what I had in mind. You might not know this, but I can be a possessive man.”

“Of your things,” Jeremy acknowledged. “Not people.” Owen was protective of family and friends, but never possessive.

“You’d be surprised. I am. I won’t tell you what I wanted to do with that jerk at the bar who was sizing you up for a ride, or what I thought about last night while I was sitting in your driveway.”

“I told you I went out for dinner.”

He shrugged, his muscled body tense. “And I told you I knew you were lying. I was wondering if you were with that screamer Tasha introduced you to at the party. If you were giving him more of what I wanted. It took all of my willpower not to call her and get his name and address.”

Jeremy was removing his boots but he looked up at that. “I don’t even remember his name. It was just a one-time thing.”

“With all those notches on your bedpost, I’m not surprised you can’t keep track.”

“I’m not that bad. I hear you’ve got me beat, Master Finn.”

They were naked, their clothes in a pile at their feet, and Jeremy hissed when Owen reached out to trace his bare hip. “Tasha again? Someone needs to take a flogger to that woman’s ass. Not that I’m denying it. I like sex. And this year has not been one for restraint. Maybe it’s because thirty-five was looming and my baby sister got engaged. But you’re right there with me, buddy. You are as sexual an animal as any I’ve seen. Maybe we’re getting that mid-life crisis issue over with early.”

“Is that what this is?” Jeremy hated that he sounded vulnerable, so he focused on keeping his expression neutral. When Owen slid his hands around his waist and leaned in to lick his nipple, the façade crumbled and Jeremy groaned.

“I don’t know,” Owen admitted softly. “But whatever it is, I know I can’t let it stop. I won’t, not yet. So while we’re finding out, I want you to do something for me.”

God, yes. Anything. Just do that again.“What?”

Owen looked up from Jeremy’s chest to meet his gaze. “As long as we’re doing this, satisfying our curiosity…I’m the only man who gets to touch you.”

As if he could think about anyone else when Owen was with him like this. Touching him. Seducing him with his lips and hands. “What about you?”

“No man but you.”

Jeremy noticed the amusement in Owen’s eye just in time to bite back his instinctive fuck that. “Glad to know women aren’t off limits for either of us,” he countered without missing a beat.

Owen was no longer amused. “Just us, Jeremy.”

He bit his cheek so he wouldn’t smile. Sucker. “Agreed.”

“And you’ll give me a blowjob whenever I want,” Owen added, daring Jeremy to argue.

Jeremy sighed, knowing it was going to happen regardless. Now who was the sucker? “Fine.”

“Good. We’ve talked enough, don’t you think? We have our agreement. I’ve been wanting this for days, and I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

He cupped Owen’s face in his hands, giving in.

“Neither can I.”

Jeremy wasn’t sure how much time had passed. How long they’d been rolling around on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs sliding against each other, shining with sweat and need.

Not long enough.

He couldn’t stop kissing Owen. No matter how hard he was or how much he ached for release, he wanted to take his time. Owen’s lips, the scent of his skin as Jeremy kissed a path across his smooth chest and traced every lean muscle of his torso with his tongue… He didn’t want to rush a single second of it.

This was the body he’d lusted after. The one he’d dreamed of and compared every man he’d ever been with to. It deserved his attention. Deserved to be savored. A seduction instead of the violent fucking Jeremy wanted to give him.

His first time…

He scraped his teeth along Owen’s hip and smiled at the jump of his cock and his agonized groan.

“This is torture.” Owen gasped when Jeremy sucked on the skin of his inner thigh. “God, your mouth. I’m ready to beg for it again, but you know what I want. I won’t let you distract me.”

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