Page 21 of Love On and Off Set

He moaned.

I squeezed.

He squirmed.

I laughed.

Then, with more strength than I would’ve ascribed him, he flipped us so I lay on my back. “Oof.”

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, just a little surprised you can manage that maneuver.” I almost commented on his age, but that seemed to be a sore spot with him. I honestly didn’t care. I’d dated a guy almost a decade older than him. And one of the guys last year’d been barely legal. Willing and with a sharp mind were my only criteria, and even the latter could be flexible under certain circumstances. I loved men. I loved sex. I loved intimacy. Being with another person and cuddling with a movie meant as much as hot-and-sweaty fucking.

“What are you thinking, Dade?” Horatio gazed into my eyes, the green of his irises almost eclipsed entirely by the blown pupils.

“That I can’t wait for you to be inside me. That it’ll mean so much.”

That it would mean everything.

“Yeah, okay.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Do you want to prep yourself, or—”

“Will you do it?”

“Of course.” He stroked my cheek. “Whatever you want, okay? You just let me know.” After a long moment, apparently reading my acquiescence, he rolled off me.

I missed his heat. Still, I propped myself up and, as he coated his fingers with lube, I held my knees up, exposing myself to him.

“Beautiful.” He said the words on a soft exhalation.

Somehow, deep in my soul, I knew he wasn’t talking about my physical attractiveness. No, he meant my willingness to open myself to him. To be vulnerable. To be willing to take a chance. Take a risk.

Slowly, with great care, he opened me.

When he hit my prostate, I grinned. “A man after my heart.”

He leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips. “A man besotted.”

For a fleeting moment, I wished he’d said he loved me.

Which made no sense. And before I could even complete the thought, he withdrew his fingers. He rolled on a condom, slathered on more lube, and lined himself up.

Our gazes met.

I nodded.

Ever so slowly, he pressed in.

The burn caught me off-guard. I breathed through it though, and once his head was in completely, I let out a breath of relief.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, catching his lower lip between his teeth. Then, with exquisite care, he slid farther into me.

My body accommodated him. Welcomed him. The feeling of rightness overwhelmed and threatened to bring me to my knees. Good thing I was lying down.

When he was fully seated, I pressed up, questing for a kiss.