Page 86 of Sundowners
“Like what? What do you mean?”
“The first time was that night about a month after I met you. We were in the library. And the second time was the night I ran into you and Rey, when I was with Lexi? Do you remember?”
I did vaguely remember feeling…odd in his presence. “You mean, like, being turned on in your presence? Because I hate to tell you, Creed, that’s nothing to do with any pheromone. I’ve wanted you from the very beginning, and the more you ran that sassy mouth of yours, the more I wanted it on my dick.”
Creed burst out laughing, which was not at all what I’d expected.
“I didn’t think it was that funny—”
“The only funny thing is that I felt the same way about you. No, do you remember feeling anything else?Abovethe waist?”
I frowned and thought for a moment. “What? My tinnitus? That was you?”
“I’m afraid so. I think it somehow affects you differently because of your brain injury. I’m worried about trying it again—”
“For Christ’s sake, Creed. You’re really going to hold back because I get a little dizzy around you? Get over it and get on with it.”
His grin faded and he looked…nervous.
“Creed?”
“Sorry. I’ve just never done it like this, with someone, in bed.”
I leaned forward and ran my lips over his. “So we take it slow. All right? You take what you need from me, whatever you need, and then we go from there.”
He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “You are truly a blessing, Roman San Angelo. Do I have your consent?”
“Yes. Take what you need.”
He paused for a moment, breathed in through his nose, and then his pupils dilated. “Blessed be.” As he released his breath, I was surrounded by that fragrance that was so Creed. Sugar cookies, or something very sweet. I breathed him in…and my ear started to ring, but there was no way I was going to ruin this moment. I focused on his movements and tried to ignore the slight dizzy sensation.
Creed took my left hand in his and turned it palm up. He pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist, and I felt a shiver run the course of my entire body, flooding me with warmth and pleasure. It was like the tingles you get as your body builds toward orgasm, but better. This didn’t feel like it would end when I came. Every synapse in my body was delightfully turned on and telling me, “get comfortable, this is about to get good.”
He lifted his head, his lips still pressed to my skin and his eyes opened.
“Are you ready?” he asked me.
“Fuck yes,” I said.
His lips turned up at the edges, I felt a little pressure, a tiny bit of a sting, like the good kind though, like someone pulling your hair in the middle of sex, just enough to let you know you were alive.
And then he sucked—and I felt the pull go straight to my dick.
“Oh, God, Creed!”
He did it again, and my hips bucked. Once more and I groaned, little fireworks going off under my skin everywhere.
He licked once more, and then kissed my wrist.
“That’s it?” I asked, nearly breathless and desperate for…more.
“Three pulls. That’s what I was taught. It’s enough to sustain us.”
I gasped as my body continued to throb, as I shifted my legs and leaked precum, the sensation so much, and yet the only contact was from my flannel lounge pants.
“Well, fuck, Creed. What ifIwant more? What if I want you to do that again?”
He laughed, but I grabbed his hips and brought them in contact with mine.
