Page 22 of Tastes of Him

He nodded. “Cam would have had a fit if you didn’t come home.”

I agreed, “True, but also you. I don’t know why you didn’t include yourself in that list of my most important people, especially since I have and do.” Sean stared, and I let him look his fill. I had nothing to hide from him. I was laying all my cards on the table tonight.

“So…” he said before trailing off. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand in encouragement. “You need to go on and finish your food.”

I frowned. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yes,” he answered simply. “Because I need to kiss you, and with the way I’m feeling, it won’t be one for public view.”

My breath caught in my lungs, and I had to blink quickly against the hunger that swelled.Damn the food.I don’t know what my face did, but whatever it was, it brought the smirk back to Sean’s face. It was a smirk I wanted to wipe from his face with my lips. My hand wasn’t completely steady when I lifted it from his, but I took a deep breath and reminded myself I was a fucking adult. I knew how to handle attraction and desire, and it was not by acting like a boy who’d just discovered what his dick could do.

I could play it cool.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Sean

Iwas freaking the fuck out. How I’d kept my damn composure long enough to finish my food was a mystery to me. It was all sitting heavy now, along with equal parts of anxiety and anticipation. The warmth of Rod’s hand when he slipped it into mine had slowly spread up my arm until everything in me was primed and ready. I still wasn’t wholly sure of what would come after this, but fuck if I wasn’t excited to at least have him once.

Rod chuckled when I pulled him along faster, ready to get this show on the road. “Why are you walking so fast?” His hand tightened, and he slowed me until I turned around to look at him. When his other arm curved around my waist, I had to suck in a breath to keep from doing something that might get us arrested for public indecency.

“We’ll be here for the next two days.”

“Yes, I know. But knowing you, you’ll probably want to go out and explore and shit rather than doing the smart thing and staying in bed with me for that whole time,” I replied, taking a step backward. He dropped my hand and reached up to cup my cheek. As much as I wanted to appear unaffected by that little touch of sweetness, I leaned into it, soaking that heat into my touch-starved skin.

“Yes, I do want to explore, but a fair bit of that will be exploring you.”

Oh, this boy can be smooth.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my Rod?”

He laughed and brushed his lips over mine. I barely managed to keep from chasing his mouth and demanding more.

“I could say something crass, but I’m an adult, so I’ll refrain.” His gaze was firmly on my lips, and I licked them just to see the way he followed my motion. I had seen Rod look many ways, but the hunger clear on his face was something totally new and completely welcome. I wanted him to look at me like that all the time.

“You just going to stare at my lips, or are you going to kiss me?” The quick peck he placed on my lips before moving away had me scowling. “You serious right now?”

He chuckled as he pulled me along. “Yes, until we get back to our room.” His glance was heated, and it was enough to keep me quiet as we moved swiftly back to our home for the next two days.

As soon as the door to our room closed behind us, cutting us off from everyone else, I spun Rod around, pushing him back against the door. His laugh was light, his smile wide as he reached for me. When we came together, both of our lips were curled up in smiles, and I could taste his happiness on my tongue. The kiss was hot and slick in all the best ways. Rod’s short beard was soft where it brushed against my chin, and I reached up to scratch my fingers through it, enjoying the bristles against my fingertips. Hands gripped my hips tightly, making me groan into our kiss, and when a thigh slipped between mine, I had to pull back to draw in some air.

“Fuck, who taught you how to kiss?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I shook my head before diving back into him. “No, the fuck I don’t.” Unwarranted possessiveness welled up in me then at the thought of Rod kissing anyone but me, and it pushed me to probe deeper.

There were only a couple of inches between us as I leaned up into our kiss, and I reached up to grip the back of his head, angling him just the way I wanted. The fact that he let me push and pull him to my heart’s delight was not lost on me. Rod wasn’t passive in any way, though. His hands gripped at me, pressing points of pressure against my back. When one reached down to grip my ass and pull me harder against him, I groaned. The thigh that had been idly resting between mine began moving, dragging the fabric of my jeans against my rapidly hardening dick.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “We need to move this to the bed before I come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

Rod nodded even as he chased after my lips with his own. His eyes were half-lidded and locked in on my mouth as one hand cupped my cheek. I let him pull me back in, loving the way his tongue danced with mine. I gripped his shoulders and slowly stepped away. He followed, never disconnecting our kiss until I felt the back of my knees hit the bed. It was then I softly pushed him back, snorting at the look on his face.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice gone rough with the force of my arousal. “I just need us to get naked, like right now.” Not wasting time, I pulled my shirt over my head before tossing it to the floor. Rod stood there for a moment, watching me. When I reached for the buttons on my pants, that seemed to get him going, and in a move that had my mouth dropping open, he reached down and pulled his shirt off.

It wasn’t the first time I had seen him bare-chested, but it was the first time I was free to look and touch. I reached out, running my hand over his shoulder before tracing my fingers over the dark ink that curled around his left pec. I could feel the outline, and before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned in, running my lips over it as well.

“Sean.” His voice was soft, and I felt air brush over the top of my head. I wanted to hear him saying my name until it was the only word he could remember. “Fuck.”

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