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He cocks his head at me when I ask him to scoot over. “Are you staying the night?”
Now the awkwardness that I should have felt before surfaces. Aside from the tiniest bit of attention paid to his cock earlier, we haven’t engaged in anything sexual, not that I expected us to following his unleashing of emotion. And yet giving him a bath has felt even more personal than if we had.
We’re in a strange sort of limbo right now.
“I didn’t want to assume.” But, oh, how I want to spend the night in his arms, or with him in mine…and I really do want more than just the one night if I’m being completely honest.
“I’d like it if you did, but I don’t want you to feel, like, obligated or-”
I silence him with a kiss.
Chapter Seven – Matteo
London brings our lips together for the second time tonight. The first kiss was sweet, chaste and quick, but this one heats up quickly when I open my mouth to his, inviting his tongue to meet mine. We kiss slowly, exploring each other. His tongue is hot and sweet against mine, his lips just as soft as they look. When we finally pull apart, I can’t help but let out a happy sigh.
“Mmm,” he agrees.
“So…does that mean you’re staying?” I feel ridiculous asking, like I’m a teenager again. I haven’t felt this way about another man in over a decade. I’m giddy and a little nervous. Obviously, a large part of that is because tonight has been perfect.Hehas been perfect. I almost don’t believe that he’s never been a Daddy before.
He gives me a soft look and it gives me butterflies. “I’d love to.”
“You can borrow a T-shirt and boxers if you want. Or sleep naked.” I waggle my eyebrows at him.
“Don’t tempt me,” he laughs, the sound deep and rich, even as he wanders into my wardrobe. He returns wearing a plain black tee and a pair of loose cotton boxer shorts, the clothes he’d been wearing folded neatly over his arm. He hangs them over the armrest of the chair near the window, then slips into bed beside me with an endearingly unsure expression on his face.
“What?”
“You’re out of little space,” he begins, then lifts the book he’d discarded on top of the covers earlier. “Should we maybe table this and talk?”
There’s a part of me that wants to say no and demand my bedtime story and snuggles, but I push that down. Talking is more important. I basically unloaded on him earlier, and instead of addressing any of those issues, or potentially even to buy himself some time to think about them properly, we went straight into a pretty personal scene to test the waters of a Daddy/boy relationship. It’s the strangest, most unexpected turn of events, but I have zero complaints about it.
“Can we still cuddle while we talk?”
Eyes lighting up, he opens his arms and I move into his embrace, rolled onto my side with my cheek pressed against his chest and his chin on the top of my head. It doesn’t escape my notice that we seem to fit together perfectly like this, either. Like jigsaw pieces clicking into place.
“How did you feel about the bath?” London asks once I’m settled. Then he starts answering his own question, like he knows I need time to process my feelings.
I appreciate that more than he can know.
“From my perspective,” he says, “I thought it went well. It felt good.Natural. I liked being your Daddy.” He clears his throat. “Did it help with your concerns? Or did it make them worse?”
“You’re definitely a natural,” I assure him, then realize that’s not the part which is worrying him the most. I fight the urge to facepalm. “I’m less concerned now that you’re not actually going to be into it.”
His lips find my forehead, kissing it gently. “What about your fear that you’re only going to get attached because I’m the first guy in a long time to do this with you?”
“You’ve proven me wrong on that front, too.” I don’t hesitate to answer.
From the second he started undressing me, that particular fear evaporated. I don’t want him just because he’s giving me what I crave. I want him for him.
I pull back a little so I can look him in the eye. “I think the connection we’ve got, this…thissparkbetween us…is real. We had genuine fun playing in the tub, right? And that kiss just before was so hot.” Not to mention the way he’d sucked the crown of my dick for a few seconds before my bath. I understand why a blow job never materialized; we had to explore the Daddy dynamic first. And, now that we know that works, there’s no reason to rush things.
Well, not unless thisisjust a one-night club hook-up type thing for him after all.
My heart sinks at that thought, and I’m almost certain my expression mirrors my mounting worries.
“Hey, where’d you just go?”
“What do you want to get out of this?” I’m blurting the question before I can properly phrase it. “Because I don’t think I can do casual, even if I thought I did when I asked you to come in tonight. I’m really an all-in kind of guy.”
