Page 54 of Watch Over Me

"Are you sure you're ready?" James whispered against his ear, making Eddie laugh and shiver at the same time.Bastard.

"How can I be any more obvious?" He slid his hands down James's slick back to grab his hips. "Get in me."

James grinned as he slowly pulled out his fingers and picked up the condom. "Seems obvious enough."

Eddie let out a chuckle that turned into a choked-off groan as James started to push his cock inside him in one long slide.

Fuck. Yes. Finally.

Once he was all the way in, James paused.

"You good?" he asked softly, brushing his nose against Eddie's, and Eddie swore his heart did a somersault. Or three.

This fucking guy.

How did Eddie get so lucky?

"Never better," he whispered and squeezed James's hips.

It was true, too. He couldn't remember ever feeling so good, so full, so connected to another person—in or outside of bed.

And then it got even better. James started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the pace until he was slamming into him, leaving Eddie breathless and riding high, balancing on the edge of orgasm but never falling. Not until a brush of fingers over Eddie's cock, so different from the onslaught on his prostate, sent him flying into a million pieces.

He could hardly breathe as every cell in his body seemed to have come alive.

Returning to reality took a while, but when Eddie opened his eyes, James was right there, leaning over him with those bright eyes, and those lips, red from biting, and the weight of him that helped to anchor Eddie back in the here and now. James had come soon after him, Eddie felt that even over his own pleasure, and now they were grinning at each other, happy and spent.

Eddie never wanted to move ever again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

James had experienced great sex before, whether with his ex-boyfriend or, a few times, with a casual hookup. But he realized now that he hadn't really understood what a truly amazing, earth-shattering sex even was, before tonight.

Because,holy fuck.

His arms and legs were aching, and his back was probably going to extract revenge next time he went to the gym, but James didn't regret even a second of it. And, judging from the wide-eyed and open-mouthed look Eddie was sporting, neither did he.

James gathered enough energy to roll onto his side and rest his chin on Eddie's shoulder, marveling that he got to do this now—have sex with Eddie, yes, but also touch him like this, casual and intimate, without needing to keep a safe distance to maintain some artificial boundaries he'd made up out of fear.

"What the hell," Eddie muttered, blinking slowly at the ceiling, and James chuckled, pressing a smile into the warm skin that smelled of Eddie and sex.

"We did good," he said cheekily and got a lazy swat in the stomach for it.

"If we do any better, I'm not sure I'll survive it." Eddie turned his head towards him. "I guess wereallydon't have to worry that what happened on the couch was an adrenaline-fueled one-off."

"No, we don't." If James could, he'd gladly start another round right away, but his body wasn't having it. "What do you say we hit the shower again and grab some late dinner? We skipped a meal somewhere."

"Yeah," Eddie said, but didn't make any effort to move. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Ten thirty."

"Wow, we slept longer than I thought." Eddie sat up with a sigh and rolled out of bed. "Come on, then. Let's do this."

With that, he headed towards the bathroom, and James let himself admire the view for a moment. Eddie's lack of worry over being naked was another new item on a list of things James loved about him, and seeing him like this—

James's brain came to a halt and he stumbled on his way out of bed.

Loved.

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