It took me a second to process it. “Oh.” It was all I could manage. Then I went with humor. “You sure you have the right word? Do we need a translation app?”
Luka’s expression shifted in a heartbeat, and I felt him retreating.
Dammit, Dean.
“Hey,” I said softly. “It’s okay. I said you could ask, right?” I managed a smile. “You kinda took me by surprise. I just didn’t expect… that.” I took a breath.
His gaze sharpened. “Why?”
There was no accusation in it, just a raw honesty that hit me hard.
I bit my lip. “Well, apart from it blowing the whole ‘let’s go slow’ argument all to hell…” He flushed. I rubbed his belly in leisurely circles. “I guess mostly because I know you’ve never done any of this before.”
“I haven’t.” His voice didn’t waver now. “Not with another person.” I blinked, and he flushed even deeper. “That does not mean I have not… learned.”
Getting caught off guard was fast becoming a habit. “Okay,” I said slowly.
“In the last week, I have had a room to myself. No roommate. No one monitoring what I access. No restrictions.” He gave a shy smile. “I have been… curious.”
I stared at him for a second, and then I let out a wry chuckle. “Yeah, I’m getting that.”
There was still a faint flush across his cheekbones, but he didn’t look away.
“I do not know what I am doing,” he said, simply. “But I know what I want to feel.”
I cupped his cheek. “Okay.”
His breath caught again. “Okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I haven’t ever done that, but you know what? We don’t have to get it perfect. We’ll just… figure it out as we go.”
I watched the tension seep from his body.
“And if I ask for something, you will tell me if it is too much?”
I smiled at that. “Yeah, I will.” I paused. “And you can tell me the same.”
Luka melted into my touch, and he kissed me, his arms looped around my neck. When he broke away, he looked me in the eye. “So… how do we…”
I laughed. “You tell me, Mr. Expert. Because when it comes to this, it seems you know more than I do.”
It wasn’t totally true—I knew what rimming was—but I’d never had the opportunity to experience it for myself. And seeing how my words seemed to fill him with confidence?
Yeah, I felt about ten feet tall.
Luka knelt up, turned to face the headboard, knees wide, and I was staring at a tight pucker for the first time in my life. He twisted his upper body, watching me, lips parted.
For a moment there I stayed still, drinking in the sight.
His breathing caught. “Is it… are you…”
I stroked his downy asscheek. “Just taking a minute here.” I held his gaze. “You look so good.” Then I bent down and kissed it.
A shudder rippled its way through him.
Then I did it again, and again, each time moving closer to his crack. A scent filled my nostrils, and I recognized it instantly—the bodywash I’d found in my shower when I arrived.
Luka’s breathing grew more labored.
