Page 67 of Say It Again

“Oh, you don’t know?” Aaron’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’d think you’d lead with that. ‘My name’s Daniel, and I feel perfect.’”

Daniel rolled his eyes to hide all the swooning.

Aaron leaned down until his lips touched his ear. He whispered, “Perfect.”

He shook his head, but he was as giddy as could be with Aaron’s face buried in his neck, insisting that he was “Dazzling. Inside and out, you’re dazzling.”

He might as well have been on drugs with all the starry-eyed chemicals beginning to surge into his system. One or two (or seventy) might have penetrated his emotional center, but it wasn’t like it was hard to do. He wasn’t good at this. At containing his emotions at all, but at keeping them in a safe compartment where they didn’t run rampant over his decisions.

“So good.” Aaron buried himself a bit deeper, coaxing a whimper from Daniel’s mouth. “So, so good. You are my new favorite place to be.”

Even if they were just words, it didn’t matter. They were words no one had ever said to him, and he suddenly didn’t care if there were a million reasons for them to remain unspoken. He’d carved out plenty of places in his heart for men who didn’t deserve it, but this sweet, nurturing jewel of a man did. He deserved an entire corner in Daniel’s heart. It could be Aaron’s corner, and no one would be allowed inside but him.

“Kiss me.” Daniel rocked his hips harder as he touched their foreheads together and inhaled Aaron’s expensive skin. “Kiss me—”

“Like I did—”

“At the party.”

The kiss from the party transformed into the night Daniel met his match as an electric current clutched the moment, and Aaron bored into his body with a shocking amount of intuition.

How Daniel liked it—mostly rough. When he needed the rhythm to slow while he wrangled his breath. What he needed to hear hissed into his ear as he clawed at flawless honeyed skin: “My new favorite place to be.”

Daniel wholeheartedly agreed as he surrendered into the moment with one hand pinned to the mattress above his head and the other gripping Aaron’s jaw, because he didn’t want to see anything other than blue ice with its swirls of white topaz and the tenderness behind it all.

“If you stop, I’ll kill you,” someone suddenly threatened. Daniel realized it was him.

“Aww.” Aaron smiled, all cocky. “That it, sweetheart?”

Yeah. That was it. Aaron knew that was it, which is why he didn’t stop. Which was why he muscled through thrusts, rasping into Daniel’s ear, “You tiny fucking thing. Take it.”

Then Aaron more than fucked him.

“Take it.”

He more than had him.

“Take it.”

He ruined him.

Daniel had never been ruined so good. He’d never had a man pierce his soul with a few words, a few flicks of his tongue, and with such flawless certainty. He’d never had a man make him come.

Not like this. Not hard and heavy, sensational and coarse-grained without so much as a single stroke to himself.

His voice crackled from his throat while he suspended disbelief long enough to trust his eyes as hot streams of white spilled from him, over and over, coaxed stunningly from his body in bright bursts that obeyed Aaron’s thrusting hips and speckled both their abdomens as a reward.

Aaron jolted still to breathe or maybe stare while Daniel trembled all over, giggling through an attempt to rub his eyes.

“Goodness,” Aaron said, out of breath. “Do you do that often? Look at me. You do that often?”

Daniel shook his head, loopy and light-headed. “I don’t even know what just happened.”

“Don’t tell me I’m the first.” Aaron shook him a little. “If you tell me I’m the first, I can’t be responsible for my ego.”

“You’re the first.” And the last. A radiator and a pair of handcuffs.

“Oh my God, it hurts.” Aaron collapsed on top of him. “My ego hurts it’s so swollen. What a little unicorn. So hot.” He slowly pushed up to his hands. “You probably need a minute. I’ll give you a min—”

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