“No. Gay stuff.” He held out a hand.
I took it without thinking and his long fingers closed over mine. I shivered. Of course, he noticed.
“Aw,” he said. “You’re so sweet.” He lifted my hand to his mouth. He didn’t kiss it. He turned it and bit the bone at the side of my wrist, watching me. “Love the way I scramble your brain.”
“It’s…I’m…it’s notscrambled. I’m…I’m reeling in horror at the thought of you researching, that’s all.”
He picked up my other hand and walked backwards, drawing me after him.
“Because,” I said, following him and trying not to get distracted by the sway of his erection and his beautiful, manscaped balls, “you say research but we both know you’ve been watching more gay porn.”
“Those guys are very creative.”
“I don’t need creative, I just need—” I cut myself off and stared at him. He smiled at me slowly, his brown eyes unblinkingon mine. Wanting me to finish. “You,” I said, and smiled back at him. “I just need you.”
Sometimes, when I smiled at him, Kevin tilted his head and got this strange look on his face. I didn’t know what it meant. I liked it, though.
“You’ve got me,” he said. His voice lowered. “And I’ve got you.”
He really had.
“Now get up those stairs.” He swung me around and shoved me up ahead of him.
I was laughing by the time I made it to the top.
“So this research,” he said, and grunted as he wrapped big arms around me from behind and hefted me off my feet. I clutched his forearms. “It’s still in the preliminary stages. I have to buy some things.”
“Things?” My stomach plunged. I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or apprehension. “What kind of things?”
We made it to the bedroom. He strode over to the bed and set me on my feet before hauling my t-shirt up and leaving me to deal with it while he got to work on my shorts.
I wrestled out of the t-shirt. He yanked my shorts and boxers down, dropping into a crouch behind me and wrapping an arm around my thighs.
“Kevin?” I said nervously.
“Yeah,” he sighed, drawing it out. He kissed the small of my back and nuzzled his way lower.
“What…what things?”
“Hmm?” He pushed his fingers between my cheeks and went right for my hole, keeping me locked against him with an arm around my thighs. I felt a hot, wet flicker of tongue, and jerked. “Prostate massage wand,” he said. “Reckon I can make you scream high if I get one of those up there?”
From what I’d heard about prostate massage wands, he could make me dance like a marionette if he got one of those up there.
“Why do you want me to scream high?” I said, frowning at the bed.
Kevin slowly stood behind me. He tucked his face into my neck and kissed it. “It’s not the pitch,” he said. “That’s new. That’s since today. I want to see what it takes to make you get loud.” He turned me in his arms. “Other than when you’re telling someone off.”
I scowled at him.
He grinned, unfazed. “Yeah. You get loud all right when you give someone a good scolding.”
“I’ll give you a good scolding in a minute,” I threatened.
“You can try,” he said. “But I can’t take you seriously.”
I bristled at him, eyebrows up and hands on my hips.
He huffed a laugh.
