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“I’m curious...”
His eyes darken. “Tell me to stop.”
I stare into his eyes, finding only warmth and acceptance there.
After a few moments, he kisses my neck. He’s kissed my lips before, and I’ve felt both his lips and tongue move, but he’s never kissed another area. No one has kissed another area. I shiver when he touches the thin skin, and my cells are doing their zinging thing again. Butterflies swarm my body, and my heart fights to leave my chest.
Dmitri continues to trail wet kisses down my neck, his hands moving over my body. “You smell good.”
“I used your body wash...”
He snorts. “Oh, good. It works on both of us.”
“I-I guess. I left mine in the move. I forgot it.”
“You can use my body wash, Oskar.”
“Oh?”
“Uh-huh.” Dmitri moves his kisses closer to my ear, then he captures my lobe with his teeth.
My eyes round. “Oh.”
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He smooths my hair with reverence, and I arch closer to his fingers.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promises.
And then before I can say something silly like telling him that we don’t actually have to do this, he captures my lips with his, and we are once again kissing.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Dmitri
I am kissing Oskar. Oskar is in my arms, and I am kissing him. Ever since our first kiss in Las Vegas, I’ve been longing for just another moment like this.
Unlike in Vegas, no one is watching us, and our kiss is not constrained by how long it takes to dip him down and pull him back up. Tonight, I can kiss him for as long as I like.
And I really, really like that.
My heart patters happily. Maybe I’ve wanted to do this before Vegas on some level. Maybe there’s a reason I’ve always been drawn to this kind, cute man in my arms.
I clutch onto his waist, then lie down, so he is on top of me. I want him to feel safe, since this is new for him, a fact that still bewilders me.
God, Oskar could have anyone. He’s incredible. Oskar shouldn’t be sharing his firsts with me. I’m just a bumbling athlete. I’m someone who got bad grades at school all my life. I’m nothing without hockey, and soon I won’t have hockey.
But I have him in my arms now, and I’ll certainly enjoy every second. It’s different, but not unpleasant. Something hard presses against my belly. Something...pulsing. Something surprisingly...
I move my hands downward, feeling the outline of his member. It’s as I thought.
I pull away from Oskar. He stares at me, blinking bleary-eyed. His cheeks are pink, roughened from where my cheeks brushed against his. He’s beautiful.
And hiding something.
“Oskar... What is that?”
