Page 41 of Tameron

Tameron shuddered, and I heard him choking back a moan. “Yeah?”

I tightened my grip on him, fingers dipping past the waistband of his jeans. His ass was round and the muscle was thick and bouncy. “Very. He came without me touching his dick.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, turning his face in toward my chest.

“It was extremely hot. I got a bit of an ego about it,” I confessed, and Tameron lifted his head, grinning at me. “You said ego?”

“Mm.”

He snorted a laugh. “That’s hard to imagine.”

“Really?”

He shrugged. “I mean, you’re not shy about being good at what you do. You must be really good to get Nash to respect you that fast. And I’ve seen you at the gym. I’ve seen how you are with the older crowd. You’re kind. And you don’t make them feel, like, pathetic.”

I wondered then how many people had made Tameron feel that way since his injury. I touched his jaw with the edge of my thumb, tracing the slightly coarse beard that was growing thicker. I wanted to feel it between my thighs, but he probably needed to work himself up to that.

“No one is pathetic. No one.”

He breathed in, then said, “Can we kiss again?”

I doubted that would ever be a no. I spun him gently to his back, then swung my leg over his thighs and pressed my hands to the bed on either side of his shoulders. Our gazes met for a long moment, then he lifted up as I bent down, lips touching.

His were so soft. Christ, they were so soft, and his tongue was wet and warm and so fucking good at making my toes curl. The man was a master at kissing, and I realized I could easily get off this way. I could let him devour my mouth while I humped his thigh and spilled all over his front.

And maybe we’d do that.

But not tonight.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled back and pushed his shirt up to expose his stomach. His abs jumped at my touch. “I want to jerk you off.”

He let out a harsh groan and his hips fucked upward. “Yeah? Can I—can I touch you too?”

“You can do anything you want to me.”

“On your back?”

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I rolled over and spread my legs just a little. When he went for my shirt, I arched my back so he could lift it to expose my chest. His fingers were tender in their exploration until they got to my nipples. He bit his lip, brow furrowed in thought, then he pinched the right barbell and tugged a little.

I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure racing through me. I was sensitive there since getting them pierced.

“Not like a woman,” he said.

“No,” I answered with a laugh. “Is that what you’re comparing it to?”

“It’s… I’m sorry. That’s offensive, isn’t it?”

“It’s okay to notice the ways we’re different as long as you don’t expect me to be like one in bed.”

“No.” He leaned in and licked a stripe over the tender nipple. The heat was intense. “No. There’s no confusion here. I can tell you’re very much a man.”

Something in me settled. I hadn’t realized how worried I was that he might have been trying to justify it all in his head. But he wasn’t. He was present. He was with me. Seeingme.

I cupped his jaw with one hand, using my other to guide his fingers toward the zipper and button on my jeans. “I want to be touched.”

He hesitated, but only for a second. The button released with a pop, the zipper whispering as he slid it downward. His lips parted on a soft pant as he spread the fly into a wide V, exposing the tent in my boxers.

“Whatever you want to do,” I reminded him.

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