Page 62 of Last One Standing
That made me snicker. “Yes. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay here with you tonight.”
“I was about to shower; would you like to join me?”
“Are we asking each other stupid questions now?”
His neck arched, and he laughed loudly. It was stunning…and contagious. Soon we both had tears in our eyes. Without saying more, Angel led me to the bathroom, where we undressed and stepped into the shower.
He was tender with me as he washed every inch of my body, and I was gentle with him as well. His cuts were beginning to scab, but I didn’t want to hurt him.
Wrapped in towels, we went into his bedroom and the electricity between us was so strong I swore I smelled ozone.
“What do you want to happen here, Kona? I’m gonna follow your lead on this.”
I adored him all the more for that.
“I want you, Angel, and all that you’re willing to give me.”
His smile was so bright, it lit up the motherfucking room. He pulled back the sheets and tossed his towel away.
“Get on the bed.”
Hell, yes.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
ANGEL
Seeing Kona,naked on my bed and wanting me, was like a fantasy come to life. Sure, we’d done some things, but nothing like what I believed was about to happen tonight.
I’d learned a lot from Aziza, and one thing she’d taught me was that not all SA victims were the same. Some ended up abhorring sex, never wanting to be touched ever again. Others craved it, searching for a connection to make it all make sense. She said she’d worked with quite a few patients who compartmentalized; they didn’t blame the act of sex—but rather, the person. This sometimes made patients either dislike a certain type of sex, not want touch, crave touch…point was, you couldn’t lump all SA survivors into one basket. And yeah, I liked to call them survivors.
“You just going to stare at me, or are you maybe going to get that sexy-as-sin body in here next to me?” Kona bit his lip, his leg bent. He was tantalizing.
“I rather like looking at you.” I sidled up beside him, and he rolled on his side to face me.
“Touching me is even a sweeter treat.”
Gently, I caressed his shoulder and down his arm. He lifted his hand, letting mine fall onto his hip. His fingers lightly scratched my cheek and chin.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Kona, but you have to tell me what that is. You say ‘anything,’ but I’m not taking something from you you’re not willing to give.”
He smiled. “I know that. It’s why I want to give you everything.”
I swallowed nervously. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I’d actually done some research on the best positions to have sex with someone who had cracked or bruised ribs. Although I hadn’t been expecting this to happen, my curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I’d googled.
“We’ll go slow. If anything I do hurts, tell me and I’ll stop.”
Kona’s expression became serious. “I trust you, Angel.”
Hearing that from Kona was a gift. Trust wasn’t something easily earned, harder for those who’d had it shattered to pieces.
I leaned in and kissed him, savoring his taste, welcoming his tongue as it dipped into my mouth. We kissed for minutes until my lips tingled. Our hands and fingers danced over our quickly heating skin. Our hard cocks rubbed up and down, slick with our precome.
“More,” Kona whispered against my lips.
I broke apart briefly to grab the lube in my nightstand. “Do you want to fuck me, or…”
Kona’s eyes widened. “Do you like bottoming?”
