Page 17 of Wishes and Research

Perfect.

“Good. Then I also want you to know that you can touch me as well.” Paxton went still but didn’t move away or frown. “In any of those places or more intimate ones.”

He blinked but seemed to go even more still, and I wanted to ask if any of his ancestors had a hoarding problem.

“If I asked for a hug and you wanted to touch my chest, or if we were talking and you wanted to curl up on my lap, those would all be acceptable forms of touching for me.” My limits were broader than that, but he seemed to want us to move carefully while he sorted things out in his head.

I was hoping I’d explained it right when I went quiet and waited.

And waited.

“Everyone has different limits, so thank you for explaining yours and letting me know…letting me know what you’re comfortable with.” The way he structured the sentence said he was figuring a few things out, but it didn’t seem like anything had scared him too much.

“You’re welcome.” Shifting my arms so they closed in around him slightly, I leaned forward just enough to get a shiver from him. I took it as a sign to stop but didn’t pull back. He was too aroused for it to have been actual fear.

It’d just been a bit of spice that he loved based on how his pupils had gone wide.

“Do you remember how I said the locals would stop if you said red?” His eyes looked a bit like he was a cartoon character, but he nodded slowly to show me that he’d heard me. “I’m a local. I’ll stop if you say that too.”

There wasn’t really a question that time, but as I inched closer, his head gave a faint jerk like he’d thought he nodded. “I…I’ll remember.”

“Good boy.”

Then my lips brushed his and all thoughts of words and questions vanished from both of us as I swallowed his moan.

Chapter 5

Paxton

He kissed me.

There were more important things I should’ve been focused on other than where his lips were currently located, but they weren’t quite as important as they’d been a few minutes before.

His tongue was more important.

How firm his lips were was notable.

Then there was his scent and how warm he was.

I couldn’t forget how his body was bracketing me in, either.

I wasn’t exactly trapped but just the faint teasing of it had my heart beating faster before he’d even touched me.

He wanted to touch me too.

Just thinking about that made me moan and he must’ve been psychic as well as kinky because one hand shifted and he stroked my face. It was almost like static electricity buzzed between us and I couldn’t help moaning again.

Kissing had never felt so incredible, and I heard myself whine and felt myself pout as he finally released my lips and pulled away.

I’d pouted.

Instead of telling me to grow up or even looking at me funny, Fraser grinned and his eyes were back to sparkling like they’d caught the light somehow. “Kissing is a very good getting to know you limit.”

He was such a handful.

But he wasn’t wrong.

“I think so too.” I was pretty sure I’d managed not to blush or look ridiculous, but his grin widened. He was thinking something but I wasn’t ready to know what that was yet. “Thank you for making me dinner.”

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