Page 41 of Love Potion

“Sure.”

Taking his hand in mine, I lead him back to the sofa and sit across from him. His nerves pour off of him, but I know him wellenough to recognize it when he’s doing something he doesn’t want to do, and I can tell he definitely wants to do this.

“Want me to take the lead?” I ask and he nods readily.

“Please.”

My nerves kick in finally. I have permission to do the thing I’ve wanted to do a million times over the years. I want to make it good for him, comfortable, so maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll want to do it again.

I start with my hand on his neck, gently pulling him toward me to close the space between us. He shuts his eyes and parts his lips, inviting me without words, and I press our lips together. As much as I want to explore his mouth, I keep it pretty chill, dotting his soft lips with sweet kisses, noting his reaction and body language.

Then the moment happens when he lets go and relaxes into me, his hands moving to my thighs as he opens his mouth slightly. I flick my tongue over his lips and his breath hitches as his fingers scratch against my pajama pants.

I slide my hand from his neck into his hair, smiling into the kiss. His hair is soft, just like his skin, and his kiss, though tentative, is the sweetest there is.

He pulls back abruptly, gazing at me with flushed cheeks. Is he about to freak out?

“Kiss me the way you kiss other people,” he says, surprising me. “You’re being gentle.”

“Who says I’m not always gentle?”

“I’ve seen you kiss.” He licks his lips, the action drawing my eyes. “Kiss me like that.”

“Say less.”

I pull him close again, claiming his mouth without the brakes in place. Jerryn drapes his arms over my shoulders, scooting in until his chest almost touches mine, so I bravely put my hands on his ass and tug him up until he’s on my lap.

He makes a whimpering noise but doesn’t try to get away. No, instead he relaxes into me, opening his mouth. I seek out his tongue and lick it, finally tasting the man I’ve dreamed about most of my adult life.

My dick comes to life, and as much as I want to grind against him, I keep enough space between us to avoid that. I’m not pursuing sexual release, and I don’t want him to think for even a second that I am. I’m simply enjoying his kiss and the feeling of his body in my arms.

But then he shifts, grinding against me for a second, and his breath hitches again as he tangles his fingers in my hair. I don’t know where he’s taking us, but I’m damn sure along for the ride.

His hands roam down my back and up again until he moves them to my chest where he squeezes my pec muscles.

“Bane,” he whispers into the kiss.

“Yeah, babe?”

He tilts his head back, breaking the kiss but silently offering his neck to me. I kiss along the column of his throat, sucking briefly on his prominent Adam’s apple before nipping the edge of his jaw.

“Oh,” he moans. “Wow.”

“What’s going on?”

He shakes his head, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I hold him close, rubbing his back and letting him process what just happened. My dick is so fucking hard right now, but I don’t want him to know that. Unfortunately, he wraps himself around me like an octopus, so there’s no way he can’t feel it. He doesn’t move away though. Doesn’t panic. Just lies against me, letting me hold him.

We stay like that for several minutes, just breathing and holding on to each other. I don’t know what he’s thinking or how I’ll get him to tell me, but this is the best night ever. How we got here is a mystery to me, but I’ll take it.

He lifts his head a few moments later, smiling sweetly at me as he searches my eyes. “That felt good.”

I nod. “Hell yeah, it did.”

“You liked it.” It’s not a question. “I felt you.”

“Yep. Kissing you was hot.”

He looks surprised by my statement, but he’s still smiling. “I wondered if we had that kind of chemistry between us. I needed to know.”

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