Page 77 of In Plain Sight

“I didn’t fuck everything up?”

The look in his eyes was heartbreaking, like he truly believed he’d screwed things up by telling me the truth.

“No.” I smoothed my hands over his shoulders, trying not to get distracted by his strong muscles, and loosely held his neck so I could look into his eyes. “Nothing is fucked up.”

“I have no idea what to do right now,” he whispered, his gaze flicking to my lips, then back up to meet mine. Slowly, the tip of his tongue peeked out, and he swiped it over his lips, leaving behind an irresistible shine.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice low and raspy.

“I don’t know,” he croaked.

“I think you do.” I pressed my fingers a little harder into his neck.

He let out a gasp, his pupils blowing so wide I could barely see the beautiful blue of his iris.

“What do you want, Luka?” I asked again, running my thumbs over his pulse point.

I had no idea where my confidence was coming from. I wasn’t this guy, not in person. But it was different with Luka. Maybe it was because we were friends and I was comfortable with him, or maybe it was because I knew what he liked, so I didn’t have to overthink my every move and freak myself out.

Either way, Luka needed me to take charge right now, so that’s what I was going to do.

“You,” he breathed.

My entire body tightened as tingles shot through every part of me.

I was still having trouble wrapping my brain around Sinbin and Luka being the same person, but I’d wanted this for so long with both of them that my innate shyness stayed in the background for once.

Slowly, I leaned closer, using my thumbs to tip his face exactly where I wanted it, holding him tight enough to let him know who was in charge without being too restrictive.

He let out a soft whimper and closed his eyes a second before my lips brushed against his in a fleeting kiss.

“Zander,” he breathed, his eyes still closed and his lips only inches from mine.

The sound of my name in that lust-drenched voice was like a punch to the gut. That was Sinbin’s voice. Even without the filters, I could hear his voice in Luka’s.

Using my height, I stepped right up to him so our chests bumped and our cocks pressed together. Like me, he was onlyhalf-hard, but I could feel him swelling against me at the same time my own dick went fully hard at the contact.

First kisses had never been a big thing for me. Kissing was just another facet of foreplay, and I’d only kissed a few of the people I’d slept with over the years. It hadn’t really meant anything to me because I’d never had a partner I wanted to share that kind of intimacy with.

With Luka, I didn’t just want it—I needed it.

I wanted him to remember our first kiss, wanted to brand it on his brain so he thought about me every time he kissed someone.

Pushing aside the urge to take his mouth and ravage it with deep, hungry kisses, I brushed my lips against his again, keeping the contact light and brief.

He whimpered, his hands circling my hips and squeezing so tight his fingers cracked.

This time, instead of teasing him with a kiss, I gently traced the tip of my tongue over his lower lip.

His mouth fell open in a gasp. I slowly dipped into his mouth to stroke my tongue against his.

That seemed to snap Luka out of whatever thoughts had a hold of him. He let out a little snarl that was way too hot and attacked my mouth with hard, hot kisses.

Groaning, I met his kisses, letting him lead. I felt around behind him until my hand closed around the edge of my door. When I had it, I swung it closed with a loudcrash.

My entire body felt like it was on fire, my mind completely devoid of any thought except for a single word: mine.

Luka moaned against my mouth, his kisses desperate and messy. He clawed at my back and hitched one leg up to wrap it around my thigh, trying to get as close to me as possible.

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