Page 59 of Tell Me Again

“Mmm, is this okay?” he asks, and he lowers his mouth to my neck.

Oh, god. I moan some sort of a yes because it’s definitely very, very okay, and there’s a puff of his hot breath against my skin as he laughs.

He kisses my neck. “Good.” His voice is deep and rich again. And whatever he’s doing as he kisses me is sending some throbbing heat straight to my groin.

“Very, very good,” I correct. “It’s very, very—ah, god, please don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

Damn . . . that’s sexy as hell.

His lips trail a series of warm, open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck, and it seems like he stops with each kiss to suck gently. But I’m not even really sure because everything’s a bit hazy. I reach up with one hand and thread my fingers through his hair, and he groans as he sucks harder.

“Ahh, god—”

“Mmm, your coat is in the way,” he complains, and his hands slide up my chest, pressing into me firmly, until he reaches the zipper at the top. “Can I...?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

His mouth somehow doesn’t leave my neck, even as he pulls the zipper down and then helps me shrug off my coat. He tosses it somewhere—I’m not sure where, and I don’t really even care—and then his arms are back around me, but it’s even better this time with fewer layers between us. His trail of kisses moves lower, down to the crook of my neck. As I moan again, he tears his mouth away from me with a groan, and I can feel him breathing hard against my skin.

“You taste so good, and you... feel so good,” he whispers, one of his hands sliding up from my stomach to my chest, pressing into me.

There’s something like a fire inside me that just flares, and I’m warm all over again and buzzing and tingling. It’s almost too much. I think I moan, but the sound is drowned out by some other intense sensation as he does something else with his mouth and tongue, and god, I’m not even sure.

“I guess I’m doing this right?” he asks with a light laugh, and I think he’s only half teasing.

It reminds me of something he’d said earlier—that he’d never really dated and didn’t have any idea what a date was supposed to be like. I’m suddenly very happy to give him all the reassurance.

Because he is doing everything right.

I turn around in his arms, slip my hands up and around to the back of his neck, and then pull his mouth down to mine. His lips are warm and soft and wet from kissing my neck, and I devour him, capturing his mouth over and over.

The thought slowly crosses my mind that we should maybe take it down a notch. But then his hands slide down to my lower back, and my dick throbs hard and hot against his thigh. And I don’t want to stop.

“Ahh, god—” He breaks the kiss and moans as he rocks his hips against mine once and then again.

I can feel him. He’s as hard as I am, his rigid shaft pressing against me, and knowing that makes me twitch with want again. “God, that’s so good...”

We’re both trembling now. Trembling and short of breath, and my heart’s pounding. And I know it’s probably for the best, but I groan in protest anyway as he shifts his hips away from mine and lowers his head to my shoulder with a rough, shuddering breath. I can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, and yeah, breathing is hard. Words are hard too, and all I can do is nod against him as we seem to silently agree to slow down.

After what might be a few minutes—although I’m honestly a really bad judge of time right now—he pulls me up against him again and presses another kiss to my lips. But it’s light and careful, and he doesn’t let it linger. That’s probably smart.

He then steps back and lets his arms drop from around my waist. Our eyes meet, and he’s grinning this ridiculous, happy grin that just makes me want to kiss him again. More. Forever.

“More later?” he asks.

There’s a flush of heat in my cheeks as I nod. “Definitely.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Coop

We should sit and talk—that’s what we decide. And I’ll make coffee. I can totally make us some coffee so we can sit and talk. And, I mean, I think I should be able to make coffee. It’s one of the few things I actually can make.

But the honest truth is I can’t fucking think right now because my dick is still hard and throbbing and my body is still thrumming with need.

I want more. Or just... that again. I want that again—him kissing me, his hips pressing into mine, feeling his hard length pulse against my thigh. Although it would be better with us both wearing much less clothing. Or no clothing at all. Yeah, that would be best.

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