Page 113 of The New Guy
“You make a few good points.” He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking gently on my skin.
That’s all it takes for my dick to harden inside my briefs. “Fuck, baby. Give me that mouth. It’s been too long.”
He obviously agrees, because we come together in a heated kiss. When our tongues meet, I feel a rush of gratitude. It’s been weeks since I’ve tasted him, and I can’t get enough.
“Mmm,” he says between kisses. “I know our dry spell was my idea. But I don’t think I can hold out any longer.” His hands are already shoving my briefs down my hips.
My body is totally down with this. My cock springs free, and I scramble out of my underwear, and then get to work on his.
Mere seconds later, we’re buck naked and making out like champs on his sheets. Our cocks knock together as he ruts slowly against me. I feel like a wildfire that’s about to get out of control.
“I’ve got…to slow down,” he says between kisses.
“Uh-huh,” I agree, panting against his mouth. “Don’t come yet.”
“You could fuck me,” he whispers against my lips. “I want it.”
I groan. And then I grasp his hips in firm hands and hold him still. “Okay, time out. Actually, there’s one more thing I forgot.”
“Condoms?” he rasps. “I’ve got some.”
“Awesome. But that’s not what I meant. Would you believe I didn’t come here for sex? And then you answered the door in your underwear, and I kind of lost my mind.”
He tucks his face into the hollow of my throat and laughs.
I run my fingers through his hair and smile. “Here’s the thing. I want very badly to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you.”
He lets out a muffled, horny groan.
“But you should know that I’m also falling for you. You’re the only guy who’s ever made me feel this way—like I want everything with you. And I’m probably gonna make a lot of mistakes, okay? I’m not good at this stuff, but I care about you. A lot. Maybe you aren’t on the same page yet. Maybe you’ll never get there. But I’m not just here for a quick fuck.”
He sits up suddenly, blinking at me in surprise.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I whisper into the silence. “But I wanted you to know I care about you.”
When he finally speaks, his whisper is hoarse. “Swear to God I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
I snort. “Let’s not pretend you couldn’t do better than me.”
“No,” he insists, covering my mouth with one hand. “Don’t do that. You don’t get to make that speech—which is just about the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me—and then walk it back. There’s nothing harder than putting your heart on the line.”
“Nah.” Sitting up, I brush his hand away so that I can respectfully disagree. “Falling for you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. You smiled at me that first night, and it was game over. It’s just taken me a few months to admit how much I’d risk to wake up next to you every day.”
He straddles my lap, and takes my face in two hands. “You deserve everything. But I’ve been pretty dead-set on never loving anyone again.”
“Getting widowed will do that to a guy,” I whisper. “And you have a child to think of. My eyes are wide open, okay? I just want you to know that I’m here for you. I’ll take whatever you can give me.”
He blinks back at me, like maybe I’ve stunned him into silence.
Too much talking, I guess. So I kiss him.
THIRTY-NINE
Gavin
Hudson’s kissesare slow and deep. As if his tongue is on an exploratory mission, and my whole soul is uncharted territory. I’ve never been kissed more thoroughly in my life.
And I realize I’m terrified.
