Page 98 of Hollow Heart

Because when Duncan McKay touches me, it’s salvation.

His free hand settles on my hip and I slide my right hand down his bare back, slipping it below the waistband of his sweats, over his ass.

He doesn’t push me away.

Instead, he grinds his solid cock against me and I grow hard.

A desperate moan escapes my throat as I slide my free hand over his waist, his stomach, rubbing the soft, pliable skin. I groan as he opens his mouth, his tongue breaching my mouth, his lip ring clinking against my own.

I skim my hand up his abdomen. Where there should be muscles, there is only squishy, soft skin and a sprinkle of coarse hair against my palm.

Duncan’s kiss deepens as his hands explore my body, slipping underneath my shirt as they course over my stomach.

I stroke the skin of his abs with my palm, liking the feel of his skin against mine.

“You make everything okay,” I whisper.

Duncan takes my lips once more, pulling me back across the hall, toward his bedroom, and I follow him like a lamb to the slaughter, both of us kissing, touching, exploring one another as I let him lead me.

He tugs at the edge of my shirt, and I let him pull it off of me.

I think it falls somewhere between the doorway and the bed.

I back him up against the bed, but I don’t push him.

He kisses my neck, his tongue warm on my flesh as his large hands splay along the sides of my exposed hips, fingers tracing lines along my tattoos.

I groan as he nips and bites at my neck, his cock twitching against me. I push his sweats down a bit.

Duncan tenses, and I stop.

I look up at him in alarm. “Are you okay, do you want me to?—”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone in ten years,” he blurts out.

“Oh.” I nod, moving back, but I come up against the edge of the bed myself and end up falling over, embarrassingly.

Thankfully, the bed catches me, but I know that’ll leave a bruise.

“I just... needed you to know that.”

“We don’t have to... have sex.” I say the words, and they feel strange. “We can just, uh... do whatever you’re comfortable with,” I reassure him, despite the fact my cock is throbbing, and the thought of fucking this man makes me hot as hell.

Duncan sits on the bed next to me.

“Are you a... top or... a bottom?” he asks, his cheeks flushing. “Just curious.”

I can’t help but smirk. Not the direction I thought this was going to go, but I’m happy to answer whatever questions he has.

Especially if those answers will help him with this.

Us.

“I’m vers.”

“Vers?” he asks, eyebrows knit together. “What does that mean?”

“I like both. Though, I’m used to being the top.”

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