Page 113 of Catch Me
“Me?”
His fingers raked through his hair. He began to look at my body again, but he quickly returned to my face.
“Coffee.” He cleared his throat. “I made a fresh pot of coffee.”
“Seems late for you.”
“I drank the first one.”
I felt as uncertain as he looked. When I thought about him drinking a whole pot of coffee by himself, I found myself laughing.
“Uh, coffee sounds good. I’ll get dressed real quick.”
He just nodded. He was still standing in the same spot when I closed my door. Even though I felt awkward as hell, I smiled as I put on my clothes. Since it was Saturday, I dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and decided that if he wanted to go somewhere, I could change later.
The walk to the kitchen felt like there were a hundred eyes on me while I made my way across a catwalk. As soon as I turned the corner, I saw him with a mug in his hands, sipping on it while he stared out of the window above the sink. I came up beside him to pour myself a cup of coffee, then found him staring at me.
“You’re being weird,” I noted.
“Probably because I’m trying to figure out where your head’s at while also thinking about that picture of your cock.”
I choked on the coffee and took a second to compose myself before I looked at him. He hid a smirk behind his cup, but his eyes were still searching, assessing.
“I haven’t changed my mind,” I said softly.
He set his mug down, then took mine and put it on the counter. Taking either side of my neck, his thumbs settled behind my ears and made me shiver. I didn’t have a chance to get my head together before he kissed me. My response was immediate, just like every other time this had happened.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him to me while I tried to remember how to breathe. My heart was racing and my body hummed in the most delicious way. I wanted to taste every inch of him, so I gently nudged his lips apart. His tongue met mine and his grip on me tightened.
“Can I touch you?” he murmured.
“You are.”
With a groan, he slid one of his hands down my neck. His fingers pressed firmly against my skin while they passed my collarbone and trailed over my sternum. When he dipped into my waistband, I broke the kiss and tipped my head back slightly, fighting for control of my breath.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he said against my cheek.
A smile curled my lips as I remembered his words from last night. He wasn’t someone who took things slow. Travis was impatient and had a tendency to follow his impulses, but he was trying not to do that with me. I appreciated the effort, especially since I’d fought these urges my whole life and didn’t give into them until I couldn’t stand it anymore. But I didn’t feel like that now. Not with him.
“Touch me,” I breathed.
“Are you—”
“I’m not afraid with you.”
Capturing my lips again, he pushed his hand into my shorts. “I’m not a casual person, Roman. If you just want something physical here, I don’t want to do this.”
I shook my head. “It isn’t that.”
When he didn’t respond, I opened my eyes to find him looking at me. There was an intensity in his expression that made me brush his cheek with my thumb.
“It’s not that,” I repeated softly.
“You’ve hidden your whole life.”
“I can’t hide forever. Of all people, I don’t want to hold back with you.”
“It isn’t that simple.”
