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I did, and he caressed my cheek. “There’s really no hurry. Especially if you’re nervous about something. I just don’t want to rush.” He paused, then grinned. “Besides—we’ve got this whole trip,andwe live together. We’ve got plenty of time to try all kinds of things. Why do them all at once?”

That settled something in me. A little, anyway. “I… do want to. It doesn’t have to be right now, but… I want to.”

“We will. But I’d rather frustrate us both and make us both want it even more than move too fast and turn it into something one of us regrets.”

Somethingyou’llregret,he didn’t have to say out loud.

“We can take our time.” I laughed bitterly. “Guess we kind of have to, since I’m a fucking mess.”

I regretted that as soon as I said it—the questions in his eyes turned my stomach.

Don’t ask. Please don’t ask. Don’t make me tell you where I’ve been.

“Just promise me,” he whispered, “that if I run into one of your limits, or you realize you don’t want to do something after all—tell me. I won’t be mad. I promise.” He grimaced. “I’d never forgive myself if I found out after the fact that I trampled one of your boundaries.”

My throat tightened and I couldn’t quite explain why. “I appreciate that.”

He gently tugged me in closer. “So, just talk to me? And I’ll do the same?”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Sounds good to me.”

His grin returned, and relief crashed through me. The uncomfortable conversation was over. Did that mean we were back to—

Oh, fuck, yeah. Riley’s mouth was against mine, and the way he kissed me as he tugged at my shirt said that we were a hundred percent back on track. Back to getting out of these clothes.

Nerves tried to elbow their way in, but the slide of Riley’s hand up my bare back scattered all my second thoughts. One touch of his hand on my naked skin, and I was all in.

We didn’t waste any time shedding our clothes as we inched into the bathroom, and Riley gasped when I pressed him up against the bathroom counter. So did I, but not from touching something cold.

Oh. God. Our hard dicks were trapped between us, his strong arms were around my neck, and our naked bodies were pressed together. Hot skin met hot skin, and his greedy kiss had my head spinning with hunger. I suddenly wanted his dick in me so bad I couldn’t see straight, but he was right. We didn’t have to do everything tonight.

He broke the kiss and loosened his embrace, panting as he whispered, “Step back a little?”

I did, not sure what he had in mind. I figured it out when he raked his eyes up and down my body; I didn’t feel as exposed or vulnerable as I thought I should. Instead, I was overcome with this feeling like he wanted to eat me alive. Like I wanted him to do exactly that.

I drank in the sight of him, too, and holy fuck, I’d been missing out. I’d seen him without a shirt on, but the shorts he wore when he ran didn’t do justice to his narrow hips. He had thighs for days, and though I’d seen his dick plenty of times, it was even more inviting with only that thin dark hair around it and not a stitch of clothing in sight.

I locked eyes with him again, and I found my own smoldering need staring right back at me.

He tipped his head toward the shower stall and raised his eyebrows as one corner of his mouth twitched up.

I grinned and nodded.

He kissed me once more, then leaned into the shower to get the water going. That gave me an eyeful of his perfect, toned ass. I couldn’t resist and molded myself to him, my dick sliding between his thighs as I leaned against that ass; I had a flicker of desire to fuck him. To throw everything in my past to the wind, lube up, slide into him, and pound him until we were both shaking too much to move.

That flash of desire was chased by a rush of cold, though, and I shook the thought away. Maybe we’d get there, maybe we wouldn’t, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

And it wouldn’t be me on top. Not any time soon.

I shuddered, but kissed the back of his neck and hoped he just thought I was shivering with need.

He leaned back against me, tilting his head so I could kiss more of his neck. “God, Nolan…” He rocked his hips a little, and the subtle friction of my cock between his thighs had me moaning against his skin. “Have you ever… Have you ever come like this?”

I slid my hands over his hips and nipped his shoulder. “No. Could be fun.”

Or it could be way too much like—

“Maybe the other way,” I said quickly. “You… between my thighs…”

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