Page 37 of Better Late Than Never

Alex made some sound low in his throat—something primal and hot and full of need. “You know this can only be a one-time thing, right?”

“Uh-huh.” I licked my lips and looked right into the fire in his eyes. “Guess we should make it count.”

Oh, that grin was too sexy for words. Drawing me back in, he murmured, “We’ll definitely make it count.”

His kiss wasn’t as aggressive this time. Instead, it was languid and all-consuming, just like the way he rubbed me through my shorts; it was like a promise to take his sweet fucking time with me until I was a wrung-out mess.

Please, please, yes, please.

“Not gonna lie,” he murmured between kisses, “I have fantasized more than once about fucking you.”

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. “Oh God…”

“Might be a bit too much this soon, though. If you’ve never?—”

“I’ve bottomed before.”

He drew back and met me with a quizzical look. “I thought you hadn’t been…”

Heat rushed into my face. “I, uh… My ex-wife and I. She wanted to give pegging a try.”

“Ooh.” His eyebrows rose, interest sparking in those stunning blue eyes. “And did you like it?”

I ran the tip of my tongue across my lip. “I’ve done a lot of fantasizing about you fucking me, if that tells you anything.”

A shiver ran through him, and he closed his eyes as he squeezed my dick through my clothes and groaned, “Oh, fuck…”

“You want to fuck me?”

His eyes fluttered open, and they were full of even more fire now.“Yes.I absolutely do.” He licked his lips. “I want to turn you around and plow you right up against this wall.”

I almost choked on my own breath.

He wasn’t done, though. “But if I only get to be with you one time, you better believe we’re not going to rush anything.” He ran his thumb over the head of my dick, then lifted his hand away. “By the time we get to me fucking you, I want youbeggingfor it.”

Oh, hell. Did he not understand that I was already at that point?

I swallowed. “Do you, um… Do you have condoms?”

He tensed, then nodded. “Yeah. In my bag.” He drew back. “Maybe I should get them before we get too carried away?”

Though I was sure we were well past carried away, I said, “Good idea.”

Alex kissed me once more, then let me go and gestured at the door. “Be right back.”

He slipped out, leaving the door open a crack so it wouldn’t lock behind him, and I closed my eyes as I listened to both my thundering heart and his quiet footsteps.

This was real. Alex wanted me as much as I wanted him. And he wanted to make this count.

I might die before this afternoon was over.

As Alex came back up the walk, I decided I was okay with that.

He stepped back into the house with his backpack on his shoulder and mine in his hand. He left mine by the door and raised his eyebrows. “Bedroom?”

I led him down the hall and into the same room where we’d picked out my clothes for the club. Why did that feel like it had happened months ago?

He put his bag on the mattress, rifled through it, and produced a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube. Then he put the bag aside, put the necessities on the nightstand, and faced me with a devilish grin on his lips. He hooked a finger in my belt loop and drew me in, not that he met any resistance.

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