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“Can I see?”
The tips of his ears are pink. “Nah, Maggie. Not right now.”
He runs a hand through his hair, and I move toward him, reaching up and brushing my hand against his cheek.
“Okay, no worries. But you know I’d love to see what you’ve drawn. You’re amazing.”
“One day,” he says.
I rub a thumb over his jaw. “Look at you. You’re a mess.”
“Yeah, got in the zone for a bit,” he replies, and I grab onto his hand and pull him into the bathroom. He leans against the counter, those thighs spread open in front of him, and I force myself to reach over and grab a washrag instead of just crawling up onto him. Wrapping myself around him is becoming a bit of an addiction.
I step between his legs and wet the rag, brushing the damp end over his cheeks and his arms, washing his skin clean.
While I do this, his hands move to my waist and squeeze gently. I glance up to his face and his eyes are dark and intense as he stares into mine.
I clear my throat. “We should get ready for bed,” I say and press my palms onto his hard chest.
“We should,” he says, and I huff out a nervous breath. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the things I’m feeling are too new to really process. “We have more of the book to read.”
“We do,” he says and then slides his hand up to the back of my neck and tugs me closer to him. My breath catches in my throat as he lowers his head, running his nose from my jaw to my temple.
“Fuck, I want you,” he mumbles. “It’s all I can think about. Why is that, Maggie?”
“Dunno,” I manage to say as my heart pounds in my chest. I reach down and link my fingers under the waistband of his sweats. My fingers brush against the head of his cock, and he trembles slightly against me.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and then I’m hefted into his arms, and he’s striding toward the bedroom, my legs wrapped around his waist, my tongue licking the lobe of his ear.
When he gently, almost reverently, sets me down on the bed, my heart stutters in my chest and I feel dizzy. I bite my lip hard to keep my emotions off my face. I know that these feelings for Sem are futile. This isn’t going anywhere. He doesn’t know what he wants. I can’t risk my heart on a man that’s not even sure he wants a relationship with another man. This is just sex. It has to be.
I lay back on the bed as his blue eyes move across my body, and he lets out a shaky exhale.
“How do you want me?” I ask, playing with the end of my shirt and pulling it up slightly, exposing my naval.
He doesn’t move for a full minute, just breathes, his bare chest heaving as he stands and watches me touch myself.
And then suddenly he’s on me, his body over mine as he yanks my shirt up to my chin and presses his face against my belly. His hands grip my sides as he inhales my skin.
“Why the fuck do you smell like peaches?” he asks, and then he’s ripping the clothes from my body.
After that, we don’t talk again for ages.
CHAPTEREIGHT
“Sem, are you listening to me?” I ask, pausing where I am in the book and listening to the breathing on the other end of the phone. It’s clipped and unsteady, and I roll my eyes.
“Are you serious right now?” I say and then allow a small smile to split my lips.
Two days have passed since my sleepover at Sem’s, where he fucked me into oblivion. To be honest, I needed time to recover after that, because he didn’t fuck me slowly like the previous times. Nope. He completely lost whatever self-control he had over himself and pounded into me so hard we literally shook the entire RV. I’d lost my voice the next day.
My ass is still sore.
While I needed time to let my poor hole heal, I do miss having him around. I shouldn’t, but I do. I’ve over-analyzed these blooming feelings and have come to the conclusion that IlikeSem. Ireallylike Sem. The real question is how much does he like me back? Will this lead anywhere or is he just in it for the fun of the game, the competition, and the thrill? Is this just a fleeting moment for him? A fling with a man before he goes back to dating women?
It sure as fuck doesn’t feel like a game or a fling to me anymore.
Since Sem hasn’t shown up the past two nights, I’ve resorted to calling him each night and reading to him before bed. I can tell he likes the book because sometimes he’ll interrupt me occasionally and ask questions, and once, he even laughed.
