Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I like kissing you,” I tell him, pressing my lips gently to his.
“I’m very good at it.”
I chuckle. “You are.”
“I like kissing you too,” he says softly. “I never cared much about kissing before, but now…”
Pride blooms in my chest. “Now you love kissing your boyfriend.” My lips find his again, more slow, sexy kisses like we have all damn day to lie in this bed. And while the mess doesn’t bother me, after a few minutes, and even though I don’t want to leave, I say, “I’ll be right back.” I head to the bathroom, get rid of the rubber, then wet a cloth and wipe myself off. I rinse it, then bring it back to bed. Anthony is still on his back, dick soft against his thigh, eyes closed.
He flinches when I rub the cloth against him. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you off.”
He doesn’t reply, just watches me in this strange way that makes me wonder if no man has ever taken the time to take care of Anthony after sex before. I vow to be the guy to do it for him. I even rub the rag around his crease, cleaning the lube from his crack, before tossing it into the laundry basket and climbing into bed with him. “Can you stay longer?” I ask.
“Yes. If you want. But if you need some space, I—”
“I don’t,” I interrupt. “If I did, I wouldn’t have asked you to stay, sexy.”
“Okay, who has a bunch of names for whom now?”
“It’s not my fault you’re inspiring.” I kiss him. “You are my new favorite flavor.”
He laughs, a real, happy, joyous laughter. “Oh my God. That was so cheesy.”
“That was good is what that was. I’m fantastic at wooing you.”
His brows go up. “Are you now?” Anthony pushes me to my back and lies on top of me. “What if I’m the one who’s good at wooing you?”
“That too,” I admit, and his gaze turns serious.
“You scare me, Kason Maddox.”
Hearing that breaks my heart. It’s clear a whole lot of things and people have hurt Anthony in his life. “You don’t have to be. I won’t hurt you.” I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a hundred times if I have to.
“It’s not always something you can control.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I vow again. I’m not sure who moves first before we’re kissing again. By the time we’re done making out, my lips are chapped. “Do you want to naked meditate with me?”
Anthony grins. “Who could say no to that?”
We get out of bed and go to the meditation and relaxation side of my room. We set everything up, dim the lights, and turn on soft music. Anthony is clearly comfortable in his nudity, sitting on the blanket I laid out for us, cock soft and hanging prettily between his legs. I love the beauty in every body—gender doesn’t matter, size doesn’t matter, nor color, scars, or anything else. They all have something that makes them special, attractive, but when I look at him, I feel a strange fullness in my chest I’m not familiar with.
He crosses his legs and looks up at me. “What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring.” I get into the same position in front of him. “You really are beautiful.”
For what I think is the first time, his cheeks flush pink. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re fucking with my head. I never react like this when someone pays me a compliment.”
“That’s because you were made to be praised by me, I think.” Reaching out, I run my finger down the crease at his thigh again. “And I still love this spot. I’m probably addicted.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound very healthy.”
“It is when it’s you I’m addicted to.”
He tries to bite back his grin but can’t hide it. “I thought we were meditating.”
“You close your eyes first.”
He shakes his head but does as I say. I have no choice but to do the same. I’m not going to be the creepy guy who stares at him when he’s in this state.
My eyes fall closed too. I do everything in my power to clear my head, to let go of everything else and just be in this moment, but it’s hard to do with the beautiful man across from me right now. I just want to look at him, talk to him, but as the time goes by, I’m able to find that place I’m looking for, where I’ve let go of everything else. My whole body relaxes into the moment. The sound of Anthony’s breathing lulls me, pulls me deeper into a tranquil state.
When the soft ding of the timer goes off, it doesn’t feel like enough time has passed. When I open my eyes, his are already on me. He looks sleepy, like he went in deep, blinking in this adorable way.
I chuckle.