Page 58 of Love Potion

“Anything you want, Jerr. Just ask.”

“You said just kissing.” He leans back enough to meet my eyes. “You sure about that?”

“Are you… feeling something?”

He nods. “Good. I feel good. Amazing, actually. I want to make you feel good too.”

“You do.” I kiss his jaw then nuzzle my nose against the column of his neck. “I feel incredible.”

With his hands on my shoulders, he looks into my eyes. “Are you sure?”

Insecurity radiates from him, and it’s my job to reassure him. “I’m very sure.”

“But…” He lightly grinds his ass into my obvious erection, which feels too damn good, but I have a lot of self-control. “You have that.”

“Because you turn me on and I’m so fucking happy to have you in my arms and taste your delicious kiss.”

His cheeks bloom pink and he giggles, shaking his head. “Delicious, huh?”

“Yep.” I gently pinch his chin. “I promise I’m happy and feeling good and don’t want anything more to happen tonight.”

I know him so well I can actually see the pressure he was putting on himself melt off his features. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Can we go to bed and cuddle?”

“Sure can, Jerr.”

“Can we, um…” His eyes go wide, like he’s surprised by whatever thought is in his head right now.

“Can we what, babe?”

Jerr hesitates, searching my eyes, then nodding like he just convinced himself to say what’s on his mind as he scrambles off my lap. “Can we do it naked?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Do what naked?”

“Cuddle?”

“Hell yeah.”

A slight smile tugs at his lips. “Awesome.”

“Can I ask why you want to?”

“I thought it would feel nice.”

“It will.” I stand and offer him my hand. He takes it and I use the connection to pull him close until our chests are touching. “I always want you in my bed, Jerr. Just so you know.”

His smile grows. “Good thing that’s where I like being.”

Hand in hand, we walk to my bedroom. Jerryn tugs his shirt over his head, then with a more confident smile than usual on his lips, he unbuttons his jeans. I’ve seen Jerr naked over the years, many times, but I never allowed myself to look for too long. I’ve even made myself look away from his biteable ass and what he’s got between his legs. Not that I wanted to look away. It just felt like the right thing to do. Now, I’m pretty sure I have permission to look, but I want to check in.

As he tugs the denim down, I keep my eyes firmly on his face, following his movements until he’s upright again.

“Can I look at you, Jerr?”

He nods. “I want you to.”

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