Page 71 of Brace and Chase

He’s clearly taken aback by my suggestion but seems to compose himself quickly. “You want to keep kissing me instead of eating the lasagna right away?” he asks, with just enough cockiness to have me smiling indulgently at him.

I have no issues letting him know exactly how much I prefer his kisses to his lasagna.

“Personally,” I say, all casual-like, and walk slowly over to him. “I don’t remember ever having a kiss rock my foundations like that one did. I want more.” I stare deep into hisdark eyes and hope he sees the need in mine and takes pity on me.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, voice scratchy and definitely not so cocky anymore. “But wait,” he says suddenly and stops my movement forward. “What are the limits?”

I think about it for a second, and honestly, with the way I’m feeling there’s very little I’d say no to right now.

“Why don’t we set the limits as we go along?” I propose. “We kiss for now and just see where it goes?”

“So we make out?”

“Yes,” I tell him, and it sounds like a plea as I nod.

“Okay, then.” He launches himself at me again, and I catch him, simultaneously leaning down and bringing him up to meet my height.

His lips, hot on mine, move in the perfect rhythm, and his tongue, fuck it drives me fucking insane.

“Bed or couch?” he asks against my lips, and I have to stop any movement to focus on the question. I really want to see his bedroom...

“Your bed,” I demand, and for the first time ever, I take his hand, and pull him to the stairs.

It’s obvious when we enter his bedroom that the nerves have kicked in, or maybe he’s having second thoughts.Talk to him. I remember the advice that brought me to this moment, and take it again.

“Do you want to stop?”

“What? No,” he shouts. “I just don’t know what to do.”

I can’t bear the way he looks so lost, so I give his hand asqueeze to remind him I’m here. I’m in the same boat as him.

“How about you lie down and close your eyes?”

He stares up at me for the longest two seconds of my life, then he wordlessly follows my suggestion.

I go to the other side of the bed and climb in, scoot over until I’m right next to him, and lean up on one arm while I bring my other hand to his smooth cheek. Unlike me, he shaves every day, and I don’t blame him. With a jaw like his, you’d be crazy not to want to show it off.

I lean down to kiss his lips so softly they barely touch. Then a bit more firmly, and a bit more. His breathing picks up when I trail my hand down to his shoulder, then his hand is on my ribs. The warmth of his palm reminds me how much I’ve been wanting him. Every day. At all times.

My hard-on grows faster and I have to shift my hips, hoping my jeans will become less restraining somehow. But it works in the opposite way when I feel myself brush against his hips. I’m hard as steel instantly... becausemy dickjust brushed up against Charlie Heart’s hip.

It’s surreal. It’s delicious. It’s the best kind of torture.

Instead of tensing at the contact, Charlie seems to sink into the mattress as he moans into my mouth. Then he rolls to his side so he’s facing me, and scoots until his chest is completely pressed against me.

That’s when I feel a definitely hard dick against my lower belly.

My blood heats immediately.

All the while, our tongues caress each other, our lips moving in unison like we’ve done this a million times and not just three.

My instincts are screaming at me to thrust against him, to take out my dick and to touch his.

I decide to follow them, pulling my hips back enough for my hand to fit between us. I reach down and tentatively cup Charlie’s bulge.

He throws his head back, and I groan at losing his lips, but then he makes it all better.

“Nik,” he moans, and it instantly becomes my favorite sound in the world. Also, my new favorite nickname. I attack his throat, licking a straight line from his collarbone to his ear. He can call me whatever he pleases as long as he keeps letting me feel him up and...

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