Page 57 of One Touch

I rolled my eyes. “Take a compliment, Silver. You’re a beautiful man. Own it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care what I look like. It’s distracting, actually. I’d prefer to be ugly so people would leave me alone.”

“You’re not just beautiful on the outside, Lath. You hide behind scowls and your grumpy disposition, but anyone who spends time with you sees the cinnamon roll that you are.”

“Cinnamon roll?”

I smiled. “Yeah. You’re hard on the outside but gooey in the middle.”

He barked out a laugh, flipped us to the bed, and hovered over me. “You’re ridiculous, Mills. But I happen to like ridiculous.”

I stuck out my tongue like the mature adult I was. He snorted another laugh and rocked his hips into me. My laughter turned to a moan at the feel of his hard dick against mine.

“Why don’t we kiss?” he asked, freezing me.

“What?” My breath sawed out of me, and I flexed my fingers against him.

“You kissed me once in the kitchen but haven’t since. Was I… not good at it?” He dropped his eyes, and I couldn’t take the look of insecurity on his face.

“No!” I shouted, and he flinched. Crap. I was messing this up. I licked my lips. “No, I mean, the kiss was perfect. It has nothing to do with your skill.”

“Then why?” he whispered.

“I didn’t think you wanted to,” I lied. “It’s intimate and seems more boyfriendy.” Okay, that part was true.

“And if I did?” he asked.

I relaxed into the mattress and spread my arms out at my side. It was too tempting to grab hold of him and kiss him as if my life depended on it. Maybe it did with the way my heart was pounding.

“Then take what you want, Lath. If you want to kiss me, then kiss me.”

I hated and loved the words coming from my mouth. I wouldn’t survive it if he kissed me, but I was also convinced I couldn’t go another second without his lips on me. It was a dichotomy of epic proportions, but I was too gone to care. My heart already belonged to him. I might as well douse myself in kerosene along the way to my destruction.

Slowly, he lowered his lips to mine. He was tentative at first, only pressing our lips together. It didn’t matter, though. It was still one of the best kisses of my life. As he got more comfortable, he moved his lips and parted his mouth open. The mere hint of his tongue lit me on fire, and my composure broke.

Surging up, I gripped his hair as I took control and devoured his mouth. Every little moan and whimper were mine. I captured them like a greedy pirate, not letting him go as I plundered his mouth.

His fingers raked through my hair, and I groaned at the sensation. My jaw was throbbing, and each time our jaws touched, a bolt of pain speared me, but I was too consumed by him to care.

Eventually, we broke apart for air and stared at one another. The air was heated, and arousal was thick between us. Neither of us spoke as we moved to shed our clothes. Skin to skin, we rolled on the bed until I was the one to hover over him this time. Grasping his hands, I stretched them over his head and clasped them in mine.

Lathan bucked, pushing his cock against me and begging with his body. I gripped him tighter, needing him to say the words. My heart was on a crosswire and dangerously close to falling completely over the edge.

“Please,” he begged.

“Say what you want, baby. I need to hear you say it,” I rasped.

“Fuck me, Bambi. I need to feel you.”

Growling, I lunged forward and kissed him until my head spun from lack of oxygen. “Supplies?” I asked when I broke apart for air.

“Inner pocket.”

It was torture dragging myself off him, but it was the reward of being inside him that spurred me on. I found the bottle of lube and condom in the pocket and returned to the bed. Squirting the liquid onto my finger, I pushed his legs back and breached his hole. I wasn’t as gentle as I’d been the first time, but he didn’t seem to notice. Both of us were too far gone to care at this point. My cock was red and leaking already, and if I wasn’t inside him soon, I was likely to die from too hard of a dick. Was that a thing? With Lathan, it felt like it could be a thing.

“More,” he demanded, and I obliged with a second finger. I added a third when he felt loose, and he rocked back on my fingers in no time. I withdrew and opened the condom, my fingers fumbling with the slick packaging. Grumbling, I bit the corner and yanked it open in my haste. Only, I was a little too overzealous and caught the condom in the process.

“Dang it.”

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