Page 27 of Totally Geeked

“Then you have nothing to worry about. But if you don’t want to do it again…”

“You want to do it again?” he asks, and a flurry swarms inside my stomach. I want to do so much more than that, and I almost say that, too. He’s changed me in so many ways in such a short period of time. It’s like I’m a whole other person around him. Confident, brave.

“I really, really want to do that again.”

His smile is big, and the corners of his eyes crease just a little in the most perfect way.

“Then do it?” he says, and I don’t hesitate, pushing up on my toes again and mashing our mouths together.

He spins me to press my back against the rail. His hands go to my hips, and then he lifts me up to sit on the edge. Like they know exactly what to do, my legs wrap around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I’m taller than him in this position and leaning down over him gives me a sort of control I’ve never had. I squeeze my legs tighter around his middle, pulling him hard against me and sliding my fingers through his hair. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a muffled moan, and I pull back.

“Sorry, what?”

“Do you want to go inside?”

“Absolutely,” I say, glancing at the large bed behind him.

He slides his hands under my ass, lifts me from the rail, and carries me into the bedroom.

Chapter eleven

Harrison

I told the universeto send me someone nice, someone sweet, and though I know Gordon will kill me if he finds out about this, I can think of no one in this world I’d rather be in a hotel room with right now than Arlo.

He’s practically light as a feather as I carry him to the bed, and when he doesn’t release his legs from around my waist, I turn and sit down on the edge.

Sitting in my lap, he has to feel how hard he’s made me. My choice to not wear underwear with my sweats today was a comfortable choice for the drive, never did I think this was where today was headed. But fuck I’m glad it did. When he rolls his ass over my bulge, I know he knows exactly what effect he’s had on me.

“Fuuuck,” I moan into his mouth and then feel his lips pick up in a smile before he does it again. My fingers loop under the hem of his shirt, and I slide it up over his back until he’s forced to break our kiss so that it can be completely removed. My hungrygaze trails down his chest, and he moves his arms from around my neck to cover himself.

“Oh, hunny, you never have to hide how beautiful you are,” I say, brushing a loose strand of his gorgeous red hair over his shoulder. He bites his lower lip.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, a soft pink rising to his cheeks.

“I think that’s debatable.”

He shakes his head. “Can I?” he asks, moving his fingers to the hem of my shirt.

I smile and nod, and he lifts it slowly, so slowly, the backs of his soft fingers and scratch of the cast trailing up my stomach and then chest and sending shivers through my body. When his cast brushes over my nipple, my cock pulses, and I suck in a breath.

“Okay, I think you have teasing down,” I laugh, and he smiles wide and takes my shirt all the way over my head, tossing it to the floor.

“Much better,” he says, returning his uncasted hand to my chest. The fingers of his casted hand grip the hair at the nape of my neck tightly.

“I have to agree.”

Electricity pulses through my body where his warm skin presses against mine, and he pulls me on top of him as he lies on the bed, his legs still wrapped tightly around my waist and arms around my neck. I’m twice his size and don’t want to crush him, so I keep my weight on my forearms against the bed, but it means he’s not hard against me anymore and I immediately miss it.

I slip my hands under him and roll us so that he’s on top, his legs moving to straddle mine.

“Is this okay?” I ask, breaking our kiss.

He sits up, and fucking hell, he looks even hotter from this angle, his sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes looking down at me like he wants to swallow me whole. Fuck, I wish he would. My cock pulses under him, and he smiles.

“This is better than okay, but I think we might be wearing a few too many clothes. Do you mind?”

I shake my head because my mouth refuses to move. How did this quiet, nervous guy suddenly become so brazen? He shuffles down my legs a little, the sweats starting to slide with him, my cock tenting the fabric part of the only reason they stay.

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