Page 33 of Curious
He reaches for a T-shirt and shrugs it over his head, the movement drawing my attention to his torso. He may be much, much smaller than me, but he’s very defined. His brown nipples pebble, and he finishes pulling up his jeans, shoving his ass in there the final amount.
I’m bummed to lose the view.
“I’m sorry to make you look for it,” he says softly.
God, what is his voice doing to me? It’s not just the pitch—low and soothing—but it’s, again, sexy. No wonder his job is answering phones. He’s got a great phone voice.
I wonder if he could be a phone sex operator—and, nope, not going there.
Not going to think about what kind of fantasies Shelby could spin for a caller.
Not going to think about what his skin feels like.
I already know I like kissing him. And sleeping with him.
And I’m not doing anything more, because we aren’t really a couple and we’ve agreed we aren’t going to do that.
I limp behind him back to the main house and to the bathroom, and he reaches up on tiptoes and finds the bottle, which wasright there. Of course. “Ugh. Thanks. I guess I wasn’t looking for that color or something. I just missed it.”
“It’s okay. It happens.”
We’re both standing in a small space, and I realize I’m keeping him from the door. I back away, but he still has to brush against me to get through, and I hold my breath.
“Are you okay to go to dinner?” he asks, voice laced with concern. “You’re not in too much pain?”
“It hurts,” I admit.
He tuts. “Then let me get you some water. Hang on.”
I make my way to the couch, although I think he might have meant I should stay in the bathroom.
By the time I’m seated, Shelby is standing there with a glass of water. He takes the medicine bottle from me and shakes out the dose, then hands it to me like I’m a child.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
He leans toward me, a knee on the couch, and puts the back of his hand on my forehead. “You seem on edge. Are you having second thoughts about me meeting your parents?”
“No, not at all.” I’m irritated, but it’s not because of my injury. It’s because he’s so near. It’s because he’s scrambling my circuits. It’s because I can’t think when he’s around.
It’s because I want to kiss him again. I go to stand up, but he takes both hands and presses down on my shoulders. “Just sit for a minute and let the medicine start to work. We still have enough time to get to the restaurant.”
Then I notice how we’re positioned. He’s practically straddling me. And my dick is starting to pay attention. Everything I thought I knew about myself seems to go out the window when Shelby’s around.
I could take the chance. I could pull him down and kiss him. I think he’d come willingly, because he seems to like being kissed.
But I’m not sure that’s the right thing for us to do.
He goes to stand up, and, well, fuck it.
I reach out and grab him, holding him securely to me, and he gets my intent. I reach up as he leans down, and our lips meet. In doing so, his thigh brushes my dick, and I shudder.
Shelby gives me a quizzical look. And before he can say anything, I’m pillaging his mouth.
He opens for me, letting me explore. But he’s not passive at all. He gives as good as he gets, and he gets quite a bit.
My dick is getting harder, and now I can feel his. He’s lightly grinding against my thigh, almost unconsciously. Not enough to rub the zipper against his dick so it hurts. Just … aiming for a little relief.
Then he jerks back, holding his hands up. “I’m sorry.”
