Page 79 of Tempting Him

“That night. When you were drunk.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“It sounds a little creepy now that I say it.”

He shakes his head. “Help me understand.”

“You were asleep, laying on my chest. I turned my head and kissed your forehead. Nothing too crazy.”

“I missed a forehead kiss?”

I grin. “After I did it, everything felt right. There wasn’t any sort of negative reaction. I felt happy. I wanted to do it again, but I wanted you to be conscious. And it made me regret not having done it sooner, but the reason was two-fold. On top of my own issues, I assumed a lack of intimacy would make it easier to end things.”

“It’s not gonna be easy, Alek.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s not.”

My heart thumps in my chest as I stare at his lips, ready to kiss him properly. Time freezes around us, the cars below go quiet, and it’s only us. He doesn’t move, probably waiting for me, hoping I don’t get cold feet.

When I lean forward, he does the same. I watch him closely as the distance between us disappears, and when our lips are a hair's breadth away, I shut my eyes and press my mouth against his.

His lips are soft against mine, and our moans blend together, creating a bliss-filled symphony as we come together for the first time.

My heart pounds in my chest, wanting to leave my body and join his, like it knows it belongs with him.

We shift, our bodies moving while our mouths don’t steer far from each other. He’s down on his back as I hover over him, kissing him softly at first, before I slide my tongue between the seam of his lips and into his mouth.

Jay makes a noise as he exhales, his hands around the back of my neck. Our tongues twist and twirl, dancing to the music we make with each moan, hum, and gasp we expel.

My cock hardens against his and I thrust my hips as I taste the mint from his tongue. He cradles the side of my face, sucking on my tongue briefly before mashing his lips against mine.

Everything is perfect until the loud knock on the door snaps us apart.

“That was amazing,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss his lips again.

“You’ve always enjoyed my mouth.”

“Now I can enjoy it in another way.”

The knock comes again, so I stand up and adjust myself.

“Looks like you might need help with that.”

“We can do plenty as soon as I get rid of whoever’s at the door.”

“Good, because we have a lot of time to catch up on, and I’m nowhere near being done with that mouth of yours.”

I wink at him as I step away and into the open sliding glass door. It doesn’t take long to walk across the living room and kitchen, and soon, my hand’s on the knob.

Two things happen simultaneously: I open the door, and Jay steps inside and says, “No, wait!”

But it’s too late, the door is open. I turn to face him and see panic written all over his face as he holds his phone, the screen lit up like he was reading a message.

“Alek,” Cal’s voice says before he sees past me and spots his son. “Jay? What the hell is going on?”

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We’reall frozen in place, shock stealing the words from each of us. I take a step back, opening the door wider, allowing Cal the opportunity to come in. Jay steps through the sliding doors, entering the suite and slipping the phone in his pocket.

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