Page 53 of Finding You

Dallas’s breath trembled on his exhale, but there was a notable shift. His shoulders relaxed, and his arms came around Kylen’s waist, and he hitched him close. Their knees were in the way, but all Kylen had to do was drop his foot to the floor and twist, and then he’d be straddling him.

He just didn’t know if he was brave enough to do that yet.

“Should we—on the couch?” Dallas asked, not willing to pull back far enough to make a complete sentence.

Kylen grinned into the kiss and forced himself to break it. He buried his face in Dallas’s neck and tasted the salty skin over the beat of his pulse. “Bedroom.”

Dallas said nothing as he let Kylen lead the way. The room was cool, the lights dim, the bed half-made. Kylen thought about making apologies, but then Dallas took him by the hips and lifted the hem of his shirt over his abs, then over his pecs, then finally tore it from his body and tossed it behind him.

“I really want to see your cock.” The words surprised Kylen because Dallas hadn’t been so forward with him until this moment. “Can I?”

Kylen nodded. “As long as I get to see yours.”

Dallas took several steps toward the bed, then dropped to the mattress, back to the headboard. His shirt was pulled up, his trousers still buttoned, and he palmed himself. He was so hard, and Kylen’s mouth watered at the thought of what it would feel like to let that cock rest against the back of his tongue.

Dallas swallowed heavily, then said, “Okay?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m okay,” Kylen said carefully. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, then stood there with his cock straining at the seam of his boxers. He watched Dallas watch him. He felt almost drunk on the way Dallas stared with open, naked hunger on his face. “Good?”

Dallas nodded, then passed his hand down his face. “More?”

At the request, Kylen pulled the hem down, letting the elastic rest behind his balls. He was hard and desperate to be touched, but Dallas didn’t reach for him. Not right away. He just stared for a long, long moment. Long enough that Kylen started to feel a little self-conscious.

“I know I’m not the most fit?—”

“No,” Dallas said, then held out his hands. “No, that’s not what—no. I’m really into you. You are so fucking beautiful.”

Kylen let himself feel those words as he crossed the room, and Dallas had him before his knees touched the bed. Damn, the man was strong. He all but lifted Kylen and pulled him down, knees bracketing his thighs.

“Hi,” Dallas said softly.

Kylen couldn’t help a small laugh as he leaned in, nuzzling a soft, chaste kiss against Dallas’s lips. “Hi, gorgeous.”

“You really think I am?”

Kylen nodded. “Yes. I really think you are.”

Dallas groaned, then eased Kylen back and looked him in the eye. “I need you to know that I’ve never done this before. Even my experience with women is pretty limited. I might not be very good. I might get it all wrong.” He was scared, that much was obvious, and Kylen hated that. Nerves were natural, but something was holding him back, and Kylen was desperate to know what it was so he could soothe it.

But he wasn’t going to ask. Not now. Not when Dallas had made himself so vulnerable for him.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise. This isn’t rocket science, baby. It’s just two people making each other feel good. I promise, you’re not going to get it wrong, and it is not going to be bad.”

“Just promise me you’ll tell me if I’m not doing a good job, okay?” Dallas begged.

There it was again. That something in his voice. It was sort of desperate and afraid, and Kylen knew the one thing he couldn’t do was ignore it. Someone had hurt Dallas in ways Kylen would hopefully never understand, and that made him ache because Dallas was one of the best people Kylen had ever known.

Pulling back, Kylen pinched Dallas’s chin and captured his gaze. “I swear I will tell you.”

Dallas’s breath stuttered in his chest like he was waiting for Kylen to drop a “but” or some other qualification to his promise. But he had no intention of doing that, and when Dallas realized it, his entire body went lax.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Kylen kissed him as an answer. Dallas gave himself to it, arching his body against Kylen’s, hands seeking bare skin, dragging a firm, almost angry touch up his spine. It felt so fucking good. Kylen hadn’t been handled like this in so, so long. The few and far-between hookups he’d had between his daughter being born and this moment had been quick and dirty—which had been fine by him.

But they were also impersonal. They were two men getting off, using each other to do it. This was the first time in a long, long while that Kylen was with someone who cared about how he felt. Dallas was very obviously new at this. Every kiss, every touch, there was hesitation. Dallas was studying him.

His focus was intense.

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