Page 33 of The Seascape Between Us

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” I said. “Just two consenting adults enjoying each other. People do it all the time.”

“Co-workers with benefits?”

I stepped closer to the bed, to him. “Something like that.”

His throat jumped, and he nodded. “Okay. Yeah.”

It was all I needed. I slid my feet out of my shoes and climbed up on the bed until I was kneeling between his blanket-covered legs. Daniel leaned towards me, but I pressed my palm to his chest. His skin was warm beneath my touch.

“You’re supposed to be resting. I’m just here to help you relax.” I gently pushed against his chest until he was lying back against the pillow. “That’s it. Let me take care of you.”

His pupils grew big, darkening his eyes while I let my fingers lightly trail down his chest, over his flat, hard stomach until I reached the edge of the quilt at his waist. “Can I?”

He swallowed hard and nodded.

My heart pounded, my cock painfully hard just from touching him, from the anticipation of everything I wanted to do with him—tohim. I curled my fingers around the edge of his covers and pulled them back slowly, exposing Daniel’s naked body, one glorious inch at a time, as if I was unwrapping a present—and in a way, I guess I was. The sight of him naked and spread out for me was a gift.

“You reallyarenaked under there.” My voice rasped, my mouth still dry.

Red crept into his face. “I just showered. I didn’t want to put my dirty clothes back on.”

“There’s no need to explain.” My gaze slid over his muscled chest, six-pack abs, down to his thick cock jutting out from his neatly trimmed gold hair. God, he was gorgeous. He always had been. “As a matter of fact, I’m in favor of you spending more time naked. So, don’t feel you need to wear clothes on my account.”

Daniel laughed. “The feeling’s mutual, you know.”

“Is this your way of hinting that I’m wearing too many clothes?” I was still wearing the suit pants I had on this morning,though the jacket was a write off, and I had rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt to my elbows.

He grinned. “Something like that.”

“Soon,” I promised. The truth was having him naked and spread out before me like my own personal feast while I was still completely dressed did something for me, feeding into the hunger gnawing at my insides. I wanted to watch him while I took him apart, turn him desperate and vulnerable, before I put him back together again.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, catching his mouth in a long and filthy kiss. When I finally tore my mouth away, we were both breathing hard. I leaned back again, letting my hands move over his warm skin, exploring every inch of his body. I deliberately avoided his cock, thick and hard, begging to be touched. My mouth watered at the thought of taking him into my mouth against my tongue, my lips stretched around him.

His legs had drawn up, so his knees were bent on either side of me, his heels pressing into the mattress. I ran my hands up the backs of his legs, earning a soft whine from him and a shiver that trembled through him. I pushed his legs open farther, to accommodate me better, then let my fingers trail down the backs of thighs over the small curve of his ass.

“My god, I want to fuck you,” I’m murmured, letting my finger graze his hole.

He groaned and lifted his hips as if it was an offering. “Please.”

I was tempted. The idea of letting myself sink into his tight heat filled me with an almost desperate need. Only my nagging conscious, reminding me we’d just been at the hospital, kept me in check.

“Soon,” I promised again, and I meant it.

Instead, I shifted back, then dipped my head and licked up the length of his cock with the flat of my tongue, swirling thetip around his head before enveloping him wholly in the wet warmth of my mouth.

“Shit! Grey,” Daniel groaned. His fingers tangled in my hair, tightening as I sucked up and down his cock. I swallowed him deep, earning another thready moan that shot straight to my dick.

With my nose pressed to his pubic hair, I could smell the pine of the body wash from his shower and that sweet musk scent that was all him. I’d forgotten how good he smelled, how good he tasted, and as my head bounced up and down between his knees, the memories of the sounds he made, the feel of his hands buried in my hair returned—not that they’d ever really left me.

I could feel him trembling beneath me, getting closer to the edge. His fingers tightened in my hair, and I felt him try to tug me back.

“I’m close.” He groaned. “So close.”

Instead of pulling off him, I sucked him deeper until he exploded inside my mouth with a shout. I swallowed everything he gave me, every drop. When I felt the tension drain from his body, I released his softening cock, lifted my head, and met his gaze.

He looked so beautiful, fuzzy and fucked out, eyes half-lidded while he looked up at me. He started sitting up and reached for me, but I shook my head and pressed my hand to his chest. “You’re supposed to be resting.”

“What about you?”

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