Page 56 of Attractive Forces
Jake’s hands are under my T-shirt, skimming up my back, igniting my skin so it feels like he’s leaving traces of fire everywhere he touches.
Given the space between us is negative at this point, there’s no way he’s missed that I’m really, really into this. But from the hardness pressing against me, he’s into this too.
I reluctantly pull back from him. “Um…so…”
Jake’s breathing hard, his lips red and messy. “Yeah?”
“I guess we need to…uh…talk about…like…about this…”
“Are you telling me we need a safe word?”
My cheeks heat. “What? No…I mean, if you want…” I stop my stammering when I see his grin is full of mischief.
“You suck,” I tell him as I lie back and stare at the ceiling.
“That can be on the agenda if you want,” Jake says casually, but the words cause my breath to hitch.
“Really?”
He bites his lip, suddenly looking unsure. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know what I’m doing or anything, but I’m for whatever feels good.”
“I’m good with that too,” I say.
“I think the first step might be some clothes removal,” he says.
I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast to shuck off my T-shirt.
Jake grins at my enthusiasm. My hands slow down as I reach for my pants, and I’m fully hesitating when it comes to pulling down my boxers. But seeing Jake’s heated gaze on me as he pulls off his own sweater and T-shirt has me pulling them down and chucking them onto the floor.
Yup, a birthday suit seems an appropriate term because as Jake gets naked, it really does feel like all my birthdays are about to come at once.
My mouth waters as I glance down his body. He’s lean but with some nicely defined muscle.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
When I glance back up at him, he’s looking at me with heat in his eyes.
“I was wrong. You’re hotter than a reaction could ever be,” he says.
I grin at him. “Right back at ya, baby.”
I cringe a little as the word baby slides out of my mouth, but Jake’s smile just grows larger.
Shuffling closer, I reach out a tentative hand to touch his chest. Jake’s smile fades, and his breath hitches as I trail my hand down south. And holy fuck, I’m touching another guy’s cock for the first time. Yep. Definitely, definitely gay.
I give an experimental jerk, and Jake moans deeply.
I should be enjoying the fact I get to stare at a hot naked guy as much as I want.
But I find it hard to rip my gaze away from his face.
The way his eyes are so dark with need, the blotch of color on his cheeks, the way his breath hitches when I find a grip and speed he likes.
His gaze doesn’t leave mine, and I swoop in to kiss him.
As we kiss deeply, his hand finds me, which is probably the best thing that has ever happened. How can someone else’s hand feel so much better than my own?
We lie there kissing and stroking each other, and nothing has ever felt this good.
