Page 82 of The Guy in the Alley

“Very.” I mirrored his movement and dropped my gaze too, and he finally reached his limit.

He closed the last distance and covered my mouth with his, and desire and need exploded within me, sending sparks of heat through my bloodstream. A gasp got stuck in my throat. All I could do was throw myself into the kiss and climb him like a tree.

The toolbox landed on the floor with a clank, but neither of us cared. We deepened the kiss the moment I was on his lap, and he palmed my ass roughly and pulled me down on him.

Thank fuck, I’ve waited too long.

I cupped his face in my hands, feeling his stubble under my fingers, and tasted him on my tongue for the first time in months. It felt like the same shiver ran through both of us, and I couldn’t get close enough.

“Wait—”

“No!” My eyes flashed open, and panic bolted into my chest.

“I’m just gonna turn off my alarm, baby.” He rushed out the words.

Fuck. Holy fuck. My heart pounded, and I swallowed dryly. How much of a lost cause was I?

Functioning on autopilot as my ears began ringing, I got off his lap and planted my ass on the mattress.

Hold on. Had he called me baby?

He turned away from me to grab his phone off the armrest on his side. “Fuckin’ hell. The last thing I wanna do is rush this, but I gotta be out the door in half an hour.”

I could work with that. Fifteen minutes was enough to create a promise for later, and I could, uh, assist him in the shower.

“As long as you come back, I’m happy with a quickie,” I said.

He sighed and rolled back over, and he pushed himself up on his elbow. “I told you to aim higher—this is a great example.” He patted the spot next to him, and I was quick to get closer. “I don’t want you to be happy with a quickie if you’re scared I’m gonna leave, Trace.”

I leaned down and kissed him. “Yeah, okay. Can we fuck now?”

He narrowed his eyes and got pensive for a second, and just when I was about to remind him that the clock was ticking, he pounced and pinned me to the mattress.

Fuck. Was that a yes…?

He gathered my hands above my head and nuzzled my jaw. “No.”

Oh, for the love of?—

“The rest of the mornin’ will be about you,” he murmured. “You’ve already given me the best birthday a man could ask for.”

I was willing to hear him out.

He started kissing his way down my body, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweats.

I lifted up so he could yank them down.

“I have a suggestion,” I said. “Put your feet up here and lose the underwear.” In short, so we could sixty-nine each other.

He knitted his brows together. “You can’t just let someone give you pleasure?”

“You’re implying that me sucking you off wouldn’t give me pleasure,” I retorted. “That isn’t the case, genius.”

His mouth twitched with amusement. “Are you sure you’re real?”

Quite.

He didn’t need an answer, but I might circle back to this one day. He needed to know I actually loved to suck his cock, and I had a lot of catching up to do. ’Cause he’d deprived me for too long.

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