Page 64 of Not Catching Love

I give myself a whole moment to think it through. To assess whether letting myself do this will be worth risking everything. My job. My respect. My license. The potential volunteer trip to Cambodia.

All it takes is one word from him. “Please?”

He’s worth all that and more.

My mouth slams down over his, and it’s exactly what I dreamed it would be. Soft, willing, a heady mix of nervousness and excitement and way too much lust to contain. He’s gripping the front of my shirt like I’m going to disappear on him, but there’s no way in hell I’m stepping back now. It’s already too late.

I need this as much as he does.

My tongue sweeps into his mouth, hungrily meeting his. Xander’s following my lead, almost hesitant, making me question how many people he’s kissed. How many other men have gotten to share this with him. And how many other men stupidly let him slip through their fingers.

We kiss for what feels like the better part of my life. I lose myself in him.

He still pulls away too soon. I can’t focus, my dick is so hard, and I’m craving to touch, but after finding out he’s never done this before, I’m hesitant to push for more.

“Wow,” Xander whispers. “That was … I don’t think one kiss is enough.”

“I agree.”

His surprised eyes find mine. “Really?”

I can’t believe he’s even asking me that question. “You seriously underestimate how attracted to you I am.”

“Yeah, well …” He waves a hand over himself. “There’s not much to look at.”

The fact he said that and actually believes it almost makes me see red. It takes me a moment to settle down the need torage, and instead, I reach for the button on the front of his shirt. “Can I?”

He curiously holds my gaze as he nods.

I undo the button, then slowly reach for where the shirt is sitting on his shoulders. I give him plenty of time to stop me as I slide the material off and down his arms until it lands on the floor at his feet.

Then, I take a minute to look. I’ve seen Xander shirtless before, but I didn’t actuallyseehim. I wasn’t looking at him like that. I had my nurse glasses on, and there was nothing specific I paid attention to.

But fuck, I’m paying attention now. He’s on the thinner side, with prominent collarbones, but he’s got a nice-sized chest that tapers down into a narrow waist and those sinful shorts.

My teeth bury into my bottom lip.

Then Xander blows my fucking mind by hooking his thumbs into the front of his shorts and, with the same tortuously slow speed I used, pushes them down his legs. He’s not wearing underwear, so I’m left with the sight of what might be the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.

He’s hard, head flushed a deep red that’s tempting me to taste it.

My own dick is filling with blood and straining against my fly. I’m so desperate to grab hold and try to stop the excitement, but it’s already too late. I wet my dried lips with one goal in mind.

“What … what do you want? What are you comfortable with?” I ask, trying to be conscious of the fact this is all new to him, when all I want is to get carried away in the moment.

“Anything when it comes to you.”

I reach for my shirt and pull it over my head, getting a small, choked sound from him. I grin. “Still comfortable?”

“I’d be more comfortable with you naked too.” I don’t miss the wicked glint to his eye.

But I do it anyway because both of us naked sounds like a good idea to me. “This better?”

Xander exhales deeply. “Worse. So much worse. So, so much worse because I already think I’m going to come.”

“If we only get this one time together, we can’t have that.”

Proving how fucking brave he is, he moves closer until we’re almost toe to toe. “Are we going to have sex?”

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