Page 69 of Fair Catch

It isn’t enough to stop him from laughing, though, and now I understand why he bolted when the roles were reversed. Because that’s exactly what I plan to do now, slipping out from beneath him and heading to the door.

“Hey. Kase, stop. I know it’s not funny.”

My hand is on the handle when he grabs my other wrist to keep me from leaving. Spinning to face him, I find a smile still on his face, his chest rumbling with soft chuckles.

“And yet, you’re laughing,” I grumble miserably, my head dropping back against the door behind me.

“Because I’m…” he trails off, clearly in search of the words to not make this any worse. And I’m even more stunned the moment it leaves his mouth. “I’m nervous.”

I arch a disbelieving brow. “You’rethe one who’s nervous? At least you’ve fucking had sex before.”

“Yeah, sure, but this isn’t exactly territory I’ve explored either, you know. You’ve waited this long to have all your firsts with someone, and I don’t…” He cuts himself short, but I can read the unspoken worry in his expression, and do my best to fill in the blanks for myself.

Don’t want to make it bad for you.

Don’t trust myself with something as important to you as this.

Don’t want you to regret it.

I’d be willing to bet my life one—hell, maybe all—of those thoughts are racing through his head right now.

Stepping in closer to him, I snake my fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and shake my head. “You won’t, Hayes. I swear it.”

The certainty in my voice causes him to waver, but not enough. The worry, the fear, the anxiety is all still right there, ready to boil over.

“You said you want this to mean something.”

I nod, searching his eyes. “And with you, it will.”

I’m not sure if it’s the conviction in the words, or something else, but the doubt in his gaze morphs from pensive to smoldering, ratcheting the temperature in his bedroom up a few degrees. The sexual tension is damn near stifling as it blankets us, and it only gets more potent when he uses the hold he still has on my wrist to pull me deeper into his room again.

Only when we’re stopped at the edge of his bed does he release me.

Then he wordlessly drops his underwear to the floor, giving me my first view of him completely naked.

And my God, if I thought the sight of him on my lap last night, stroking himself until he came, was something out of my dirtiest dreams, I was fucking mistaken.

This is a whole new level of fantasy my imagination could never even conjure.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my words coming out strained and breathless.

I force my gaze away from the thick length of his cock and up to his eyes to find him watching me, a little smirk on his lips.

“Teaching you,” he whispers, the statement coming out raspy. “So, take off your boxers.”

Seventeen

Kason

My stomach knots and coils in anticipation, the wordsteaching yousounding far filthier coming from his lips than they have any right to. It has my dick twitching with desire, my balls drawing up with want as I follow his command and shove my underwear to the floor.

His gaze scrapes down my naked body, nostrils flaring when it reaches my waist, and if I thought I was vibrating with anticipation before, then I’m ready to explode with it now.

And that’s before he makes a command that has my legs buckling beneath me.

“Now, get on your knees.”

Doing as he says, I slowly drop to the ground in front of him until I’m face to face with his erection. My hand twitches with the instinct to reach out and wrap my palm around it, and the pull is so strong, I can’t fight it.

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