Page 87 of Not Catching Love

I clear my throat. “Next order of business. Affection. I’ve got this broken down into four main categories. At home, at?—”

Derek’s hands snake around my waist. I’m too busy freaking out over the fact he’s touching me that it takes a second to compute as he kisses behind my ear. “Can I admit something?” he asks by my ear.

“Yeah …” My voice does that weird, shaky thing that happens when I’m excited.

“Not hearing from you for two days has been the hardest fucking thing. And I think, just for tonight, I want to forget about the rules and spend some real time with my boyfriend.”

My knees aren’t working right. “Like … like what?”

“Like, maybe …” His lips run along my neck. “Something we’ve both been so patient for.”

Sex. He wants to have sex. I’m too excited to even stop andworry about whether I’ve manscaped recently. I turn in his arms. “Will you fuck me in your bed?”

He chokes over his words. “Yeah. If that’s what you want.”

“I want.”

The thought of Derek’s body hovering over mine as he thrusts uncontrollably is something that’s teased me for a long time. He takes my hand and leads me into the short hall before stopping. “I need to make it clear that this is only for today. You get that, right?”

“Of course. But …”

“Yeah?”

Other than right now, I respect that Derek needs to keep sex off the table, but there’s something I need as well. “I want affection.”

“What?”

“Like, constantly. I know when we’re in public, that’s out, but I really need to be touched. Always. Even something little makes me feel so …”

He tugs me toward him. “Yes.” Then Derek dips his head and presses his lips to mine.

I melt against the feeling. I’m hungry for his taste, his kiss, the way his tongue is commanding against mine.

Derek lifts me from the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me into his bedroom. It smells like him in here, feels like him, and I wonder how many nights he’s lain in his bed and thought of me. I wonder if it even comes close to how many nights I’ve thought of him.

He lays me down, hands on either side of my shoulders as he holds his weight up. “I’m happy for this to go either way,” he says in that low, smooth voice. “I know you haven’t done this before, so if it’s easier for you to fuck me, we can do it that way.”

Not going to lie, that thought is hot. I don’t think I can imagine how it would feel for him to be wrapped around mycock like that, but at the same time, in all of my fantasies, he’s been inside me. He’s held me so tight I couldn’t breathe and filled me inside and out.

I want to know what it’s like.

There’ll be time for all the other sex in the world later.

“I need you inside me,” I say. “I need you to need me like that.”

Derek’s exhale is shaky. “Trust me, I really fucking do.”

He breaks away from me to go to his bedside table and grab a bottle of lube and a condom. He tosses them both on the bed, then stands over me.

“I don’t know how you’re real, Xander. You are so fucking sexy.”

I almost tell him he’s got those lust goggles on again, but I bite my tongue. “Aren’t you going to undress me?” I rasp.

The groan he lets out is almost feral, but when he touches me again, it’s sweet. It would be so easy to mistake this for love as he slowly pushes up my shirt, kissing every strip of skin as he reveals it. He doesn’t rush, just takes his time to hold me, kiss me, almost like he can’t get enough.

He slides down my body to kneel beside the bed and then reaches for my fly. My dick is straining against it, and it’s sweet agony as he slowly works my shorts open. Derek kisses his way up my inner thigh, and when he gets to the bottom of my shorts, he grips my waistband and tugs my shorts and underwear down as one.

Those gorgeous eyes of his flare with lust, and it makes my cock throb.

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