Page 69 of Boss and Brat

The confession hit Ethan hard. He’d spent the time they had shared convinced he was alone in this wanting. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Carter’s thumb traced small circles against Ethan’s hipbone through his shirt. “Every time you smile. Every time you look at me like you’re looking at me right now.”

Ethan couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “And how’s that?”

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

Ethan’s breath caught. “I do.”

Carter didn’t wait. He leaned in, pressing their lips together with a hunger that stole Ethan’s breath. It wasn’t tentative or questioning. It was certain. Carter’s mouth moved against his, warm and demanding, and Ethan melted into it. His hands found Carter’s bare shoulders, gripping tight as if he might float away otherwise.

The kiss deepened. Carter’s tongue swept across Ethan’s bottom lip, seeking entrance, and Ethan opened for him without hesitation. A groan rumbled from Carter’s chest, vibrating between them. God, that sound. Ethan wanted to hear it again and again.

“You’re still wearing your jocks,” Carter murmured against his lips. Carter pulled them down and discarded them on the floor. “Don’t come to bed dressed for work.”

“Yes, Boss Carter, I’ll remember that for next time.”

“Flip over.”

As they untangled, Ethan’s knees hit Carter’s before he fell onto his stomach. Carter followed him down, settling his weight between Ethan’s thighs as if he belonged there. The pressure was immediate and electric. Carter rolled his hips, a slow grind that made Ethan gasp.

“Feel that?” Carter’s voice was ragged now. “Feel what you do to me?”

Ethan felt it. The hard length of Carter pressed against him. His own body responded in kind, arousal building fast and desperate. He’d never wanted anyone this badly. Never felt as if his skin might ignite from a single touch.

“Carter—” His name came out broken.

“I’ve got you.” Carter’s lips trailed down Ethan’s jaw, kissing a path to his neck. He found the sensitive spot just below Ethan’s ear and bit down gently, then moved down to his sweet backside, continuing kissing and licking between his cheeks.

Ethan’s back arched. “Shit.”

“You like that.” Carter did it again, licking deeper this time, marking him.

“I like everything you’re doing.” He wanted more. Needed it. “Don’t stop.”

The crinkle of foil tore through the quiet, and Ethan felt Carter’s breath warm against his neck, steady and sure. There was no rush—just the soft slide of hands, the slick heat of fingers that knew exactly what they were doing, stretching him slowly until Ethan’s hips canted up on instinct. A low, loving sound slipped past Ethan’s lips before he could stop it, half surprise and half encouragement. Then came the slow press of Carter’s cock, inch by careful inch, and Ethan moaned with his eyes closed, because the feeling of being filled like that—deliberate and tender—was already more than enough.

Carter’s hips snapped forward, a sharp thrust that ground them together with purpose. The friction was maddening. Ethancould feel every inch of Carter’s arousal inside him, and it sent sparks of pleasure cascading through his entire body.

“Been wanting this,” Carter growled against his throat. “Wanted you so fucking bad.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“You know why.” Another grind, harder this time. “Scared you’d freak out.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Ethan said. “Not unless…”

“Never.”

Carter pulled out and flipped Ethan to his side, facing him, then he kissed him again, swallowing whatever response Ethan might have given. This kiss was different. Slower. Deeper. Like Carter was trying to memorize the shape of Ethan’s mouth, the taste of him, the sounds he made when Carter’s hands slid to Ethan’s belly.

Ethan made a tiny little sound. Then Carter’s mouth was everywhere—on his collarbone, his chest, the curve of his ribs. Each kiss was deliberate. Reverent. Like Carter was mapping every inch of newly revealed skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Carter’s words were muffled against Ethan’s stomach. “You know that?”

Ethan didn’t. He’d spent years feeling too awkward, too much in all the wrong ways. But the way Carter looked at him now—like he was something precious, something worth savoring—made him believe it might be true.

“Carter,” he breathed. “Please.”