My shoulders set as I hear the pain in his voice.
His blue eyes are intent on me, like he’s trying to communicate with more than words. “They were even shittier than that first month being diabetic. So, yeah, do I want you? I can’t hide that, baby. But they invented cold showers for a reason, and we go as far as you want.”
“I- I’m not sure what I want.”
Hunter nods. “Do you want me to put clothes on?” He asks, pointing to the dropped towel at his feet.
I shake my head. Now that I’ve seen him, I can’t let clothes touch all that perfection.
“Do you want to keep my shirt on?”
I nod, fisting the material in my hands.
Questions barrel their way onto my tongue, forcing my lips open. “Can I touch you?”
No hesitation, and a slow smile. “Absolutely.”
I clear my throat. “And you’ll let me know if I do anything wrong?”
Hunter’s turn to shake his head, like I’m not getting the easiest concept in a math problem. “There’s no wrong, baby. Only good and better, yeah?”
I nod. “Okay. Um... could we just lie down first?”
Hunter moves slowly to the other side of the bed, looking back at me with a small smile. His hands go to the rumpled covers and lifting them, I watch the play of his muscles that make me want to drool.
I get into bed with a naked Hunter, heart trying to escape from my body using my throat. I settle into the still-warm sheets, and watch him get in, amazed all over again that this beautiful man is sharing a bed with me, and wants me. How did this happen?
“This okay?” he asks, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
“You’re being very nice about all this.” I clear my throat and stare into his eyes. “No one’s ever been this nice to me about me being a freak.”
His brows punch low on his face, and he bares his teeth at me. “Who should I rough up? That fucker Tommy, right? Please say yes.”
I laugh and snuggle closer to him, wondering if I’m brave enough to take off his shirt. I move close enough that we’re almost, almost pressed up against each other.
“The boys don’t know about my v-card status. I never told them.”
“So who made you feel like a freak?” He must be in pain, he must be. God, but he’s letting me take things slow, he’s letting me set the pace.
“I guess, I did. I mean, who gets to be my age and stays a virgin? I’m like a rare species on the verge of extinction.”
“You’re being cute again.” I never thought a badass would say I was cute, or even say it with an adorable smile on his face, blue eyes lit up like lasers. “Baby, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just glad you told me, and now I can prepare you better. I promise I’ll make this good for you.”
“Wait a second, are you feeling okay? Is your sugar alright?” Ouch. Mood-killer, thy name is Sera. “I’m sorry. I just want to see if you feel good.”
Hunter smirks and reaches for the hand I’ve planted between us and kisses my palm. I feel the zing of heat in my core. God, if he can do that with just his mouth, what’s going to happen when I take all of him?
“I’m feeling more than good right now. I’ve got you in my bed.” He laughs and leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “But I checked before, just in case. I’m good.”
I pull in a breath and let it out in a rush. “I want to touch you now.”
“Sure, baby. Do whatever feels right.”
I chew on my lip. “But what if you don’t like it?” I sit up, letting the covers pool in my lap, leaving Hunter’s upper half exposed. God, why did you have to make him so beautiful? I’m going to have to beat chicks off him with light-sabers and I’m not even a fully trained Jedi yet.
Hunter takes my hand in his strong grip and before I know what he’s doing, I’m touching the skin of his abs, over the bumps of his six-pack and down...and down... He’s warm and soft and strong like before, all that time ago, on his couch. “I’m not sure why you’re so freaked out, baby. This,” he pumps my hand under his over the length of him, and I’m pretty sure my eyes just rolled back in my head from the sexy look on his face. “I can’t fake. This means I want you. Badly.”
I gasp when he makes me run the entire length of him again, adjusting my grip with his own. “Get it, baby? I want to be inside you. I want those little noises from before to be all I hear when I make you come.”
I gulp, look down at the way his abs contract in waves as his hips move underneath the covers, pushing his cock into our hands. I’m going to die from the sensory overload, and the combination of not being able to see him fully is driving me insane.