Page 16 of For Your Heart
Sighing, I get into my car and concentrate extra hard on my surroundings. The people in the parking lot moving towards the gym. The traffic isn’t too bad right now and I pull out easily enough. I pay extra attention to everything going on around me and ignore everything else in my head until I step inside my house.
When the door is shut, I lean back against it, letting my head hit with a soft thud. I can’t be obsessing over the first guy I have sex with. That’s like, high school crud, right? I’m older than that. Much older. By more than a decade!
Do not become obsessive about your first hookup!
I pull myself from the door just as there’s a knock. It startles me enough that I freeze where I am. Did I imagine that?
My eyes dart around for a second before I bolt into the other room and peek out the window.Please don’t be my mother!
It’s not my mother. There’s a black Jetta in my driveway. Damon’s black Jetta!
Oh bananas, I really hope I cleaned properly. Raising my hand over my head, I take a quick sniff of my armpit as I make my way to the door just as there’s another knock. Louder this time. Deciding that I didn’t put on deodorant, but I at least smell of soap, I fling the door open and stare at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.
Wait. I think that’s obsessive. He’s just…
“Hi,” I squeak and then clear my throat. “Hello, Damon.”
There’s that smirk. The one that says he finds me amusing. “Hi, Sage. Is this a bad time?”
I shake my head a little too emphatically. “Come in? Do you want to come in? Or did you need—”
“I’d like to come in,” he says, still with that smile.
Nodding, I step back and let him inside. I shut the door behind him and wait. He looks around for a second before his eyes meet mine again. They’re so pretty.
“You want to have sex again?” I ask, noting the hopefulness of my voice. “It’s okay if you’re here for something else. Or nothing else? We can just hang out. We can get food, or something. You don’t need—”
“Sage,” he says, stepping into my space. It’s not just my name on his lips that renders me speechless, but his proximity. My cock does not miss the feel of his body heat on mine. “Take a breath, Sage,” he murmurs.
I do, letting it whoosh out of me.
“I’m being a little presumptuous, but yes, I’d really like to have sex again.” There’s a pause before he adds, “If I wasn’t clear, I’d like to have sexwith youagain. Now. If you’re up for it.”
“I’m so up for it,” I say and then feel my cheeks heat.
His smile widens. “In the entryway, or would you like to go to your room?”
“My room?”
“Are you sure?”
Am I? This man makes me mindless and babble when trying to speak. “Yes,” I say and take his hand to pull him through the house. Oh, maybe that was too forward. Was that off-putting? Is he going to be angry? Will we fight? Will he leave before he even touches me? Maybe he won’t want to look at me at all now.
His hand on my hip makes me startle. But his lips at my ear as his chest presses firmly to my back makes me heat up stupidly fast. “You’re very high-strung, aren’t you?”
I take a deep breath and shrug. “I… yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. But you can take a breath and relax, Sage. I came to you, remember? I want to be here. For sex. With you.”
His assurance calms me a little. Enough that I believe at least that part of this.
“Undress, pretty boy. Let me see your sexy body again.”
My face heats again. Or is it more? I don’t think I’ve stopped burning since I opened the door. His body releases mine and I strip down. I’m not wearing a jock today. I’m not wearing anything. Did I just skip underwear in my daze after the shower I don’t remember?
“Sit on the bed,” he says.
I move that way, watching as he goes to the nightside table and pulls out a condom and lube. I swallow, my cock throbbing in anticipation.
