Page 168 of Captivated

Zeeb opened his eyes. “I’ve been beat up, kicked, used as a punching bag, and I’m still here.” He grinned. “You think a night with you is going to scare me off?”

Nate laughed. “I’m glad,” he said. Then he went back to exploring Zeeb’s chest, playing with his nipples.

Zeeb let out a sigh of pleasure. “Do I get to touch too?”

Nate’s breathing hitched. “Yes.” He removed his shirt, revealing his chest with its scant covering of hair. He glanced at it. “I keep waiting for more hair to grow there, only it doesn’t.” He chuckled. “I think I have more on my face than I do on my chest.”

“Some guys are smooth-skinned.” Zeeb cackled. “I got hair enough for both of us.” He shifted across the bed, making space. “Lie here.”

Nate joined him, and a heartbeat later they explored each other’s bare skin with a touch that felt almost reverent. Nate’s warm chest was under Zeeb’s palm, his belly beneath Nate’s fingertips, both of them moving as though they’d discovered a language they’d been born to speak but never allowed to learn.

“I couldn’t believe how hairy you were the first time I saw you. And every time since then.”

Zeeb laughed. “So I guess the question is… are you into hairy guys?”

“I’m into you, so the answer must be yes.”

Damn, that made Zeeb feel awesome.

Nate stilled his hands. “I want more,” he whispered.

Zeeb kissed his throat, his shoulder, his chest. “We’ve got time. All night if you want.” He didn’t want to lie still, but he had no choice. Nate didn’t seem to mind, however. He stroked andkissed, his breath stuttering into the air, and with each passing minute his hesitation and vulnerability gave way to something fierce and beautiful.

Nate rolled on top of him, his face inches from Zeeb’s, and Zeeb’s breath caught to see his calm expression and the shine in his eyes, to feel the confidence in each touch, to hear his moan as he took Zeeb’s nipple between his lips and Zeeb’s answering groan of pleasure.

This was trust.

Instinct.

The joy of watching Nate finally,finallygiving in to his desires, his needs, lit a fire in Zeeb he didn’t think would go out for the rest of the night.

Nate rocked a little, then stilled. “Oh.” His lips parted.

Zeeb nodded. “You feel that?” His dick was like a steel rod in his jeans, and Nate’s was equally hard.

He nodded. “Can’t really miss it.”

“Ditto.” Zeeb shuddered out a breath. “Anything you’d like to try?”

Nate widened his eyes. “Can I?”

He chuckled. “Have at it.”

“But what if I do it wrong?”

Zeeb curved his hand around Nate’s cheek. “Sweetheart, there is no such thing as a bad hand job—or a blow job, if it comes to that.”

That hitch was delicious.

Nate sat up, his hands trembling as he unfastened Zeeb’s belt. He brushed his fingers over the denim-covered bulge, and Zeeb shivered. Nate’s eyes sparkled.

“You’re so hard,” he whispered.

Zeeb couldn’t resist. “About time you saw it at its best, not reduced to a cocktail weenie because of cold water.” He held hisbreath as Nate freed the button, then lowered the zipper, just enough to reveal the fuzz nestled above his cock.

For once, he was glad he’d gone commando.

“Take ’em off.” Zeeb’s voice sounded rough to his own ears.

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