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He swallowed. “But we’ve been pretty good at unfucking each other’s shit days.” He cautiously rested his hand on my thigh, and I closed my eyes, the contact both soothing and electrifying. “Is that what you want? For us to—”

“Yes,” I breathed. Licking my lips, I looked at him again. “Coming, and making you come—that sounds a hell of a lot better than everything else.”

For a heartbeat, I thought he wouldn’t like that. As if I was straight up telling him that sex with him was stress relief.

But then he grinned, and—hell, he was right. Weweregood at unfucking each other’s bad days. It wasn’t at all uncommon for one of us to come home grumbling, and the other to come right out and ask,“Would it help if I sucked your dick?”

And I mean, getting my dick sucked never solved anything, but it sure made me feel better. He seemed to think along those lines.

Nolan slid his hand higher on my thigh, then over the front of my jeans. I sucked in a breath as he kneaded on my hardening cock. He loved to get me started that way—through my clothes, where the friction and pressure were amazing but not nearly enough, until I was begging him to just put his hand down my pants already. Or take them off.Something.

I could barely think when he was touching me like this. When he had me rock hard, and I knew we were moments away from him either stroking or sucking me off.

But there was a thought needling the back of my mind, and it wouldn’t shut the fuck up. An orgasm would make me feel better, but right then, I needed something more. I needed us to be closer. I needed… I just needed more, damn it.

Without thinking, I blurted out, “Can I ask you something?”

He raised his eyebrows, and his hand stopped. Lifting it away, he asked, “Uh. Okay?” His eyes added,We need to talk about this now?

But I kind of did, so I barreled on.

“Do, um…” I swallowed, struggling even harder to concentrate now that hewasn’ttouching me. “Do you not like kissing?”

Nolan blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, we…” I couldn’t hold his gaze. “Everything we’ve been doing since I moved in—it’s amazing. But I keep thinking, wouldn’t it be even hotter if we could kiss too?”

“Oh.”

The silence dragged on enough that I chanced a look at him. The confusion had vanished from his expression, replaced by apprehension.

I found his hand and laced our fingers together. Also new in bed, but what could I say? I’d gotten used to it since we’d been playing our roles in front of my family. “If you don’t like it or you don’t want to, that’s cool. Just… if you do want to…”

“Do you?” He sounded surprisingly timid.

I chewed my lip, not sure how honest I could be without sounding like I was pushing him. Finally, I said, “I love kissing. It makes everything…” I bit my lip and squirmed. “But… only if you’re into it, too.”

Nolan swallowed, flicking his eyes to my lips. I caught myself holding my breath as I wondered what was going through his mind. If he was considering it, or if he was trying to figure out how to explain why he wasn’t interested in more from me than handjobs and blowjobs.

And then, without a word, he slid a hand alongside my neck and drew me in. My heart went absolutely wild. My head spun, and it was only partly because I was still holding my breath. Oh, fuck. Was he really going to…

With our lips almost touching, he hesitated; I had no idea if he was savoring the moment or second-guessing himself, but I didn’t make any move to kiss him or pull away. I’d waited this long to get this far—I could wait for him to cross that last fraction of an inch.

And then…

He did.

This man had worked magic on my cock with his mouth, but every blowjob he’d ever given me paled in comparison to his kiss. Who could’ve guessed that this tough, tatted up Marine also had the softest, gentlest lips? Or that he knew exactly how to move them to liquefy my spine?

I wrapped my arms around his neck, partly to pull him closer and partly to keep myself from melting into his lap. I’d been kissed so many times before, but Nolan… holy shit, he could kiss.

I experimentally teased his lips with the tip of my tongue. That little whimper as he opened to my kiss—oh hell, I could get off on that alone. He let me explore his mouth, and then he did the same, and I didn’t think I’d ever experienced beingtastedby someone like this. Beingsavored.

I was pretty sure there was something bad going on in my world, but in that moment, my world didn’t exist beyond the walls of this room. The confines of this couch, honestly—everything in my universe was concentrated into making him moan like that again, or getting him to pull in another sharp breath through his nose.

Fuck, why didn’t we start kissing sooner?

Well, it didn’t matter. We were kissing now, and I hoped like hell this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. From the way he was getting into this—his tentative exploration turning into something more assertive and maybe even a little demanding—I didn’t think he was going to put the kibosh on making out in the future.

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