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While I’d never thought of myself as less manly, I was very different from him. Shaved smooth, sleek, and shy.
Maybe that was why I was drawn to him. He was all the things I wished I was. It didn’t really matter to me why I wanted him because knowing why wouldn’t change it. Given the option, I wouldn’t change it anyway.
“You’re staring.” His voice was gruff, the silver ring in his eyebrow glinting.
Without hesitating, I reached up to finger it, giving it a light tug. My fingers dropped to his nipple, the pad of my finger brushing over it. “I’m surprised you don’t have this pierced.”
“My nipples aren’t as sensitive as yours.”
My eyes flashed up, and I felt my ears heat. His chuckle induced another shiver, and I averted my gaze to his cock.
“Thought about piercing it,” he said, knowing what I was thinking yet too shy to voice.
“Why didn’t you?” I wondered.
“Wasn’t sure if you would like it.”
I jolted so hard that his hand came out to wrap around my arm and draw me back in. I couldn’t even appreciate the simple touch because my heart was pounding and my head was trying to process what he said. “W-what?”
He shrugged one shoulder as though we were talking about the weather. “Wasn’t sure that would be safe for you.”
I nearly choked on my spit, and amusement lightened his eyes. Sliding my tongue over my teeth, I said, “Who says I’m a bottom?”
The smile wiped off his face, but then it reappeared. “Says the man washing in the shower for me.”
Look. I was used to arguing with Max. Bantering. Bickering. But this? I didn’t even know what this was—so no, I didn’t know how to do it.
“I was not!” was all I managed.Good one, Wes. Not.
He threw back his head on a laugh. The fucking asshole turned me on doing that too. Knowing I was good and pissed, he grabbed me before I could storm off.
Could one even storm off properly if they were naked?
The palm of his hand flattened over the small of my back, and he drew me into his body. His skin was warm and tight. There was so much restrained power in him, and it really did it for me. I wouldn’t let him know that, though. He already had too much of the upper hand.
The echo of his rumblygood boyechoed through my head, and I shivered. I moved to smack against his chest, but my hand clung, reveling in the fact I could just reach out and cop a feel.
“You don’t need to say swoony stuff to me, okay? Especially if it’s not true. I’m already completely in love with you.”
He took in a deep breath, drawing me in to nuzzle my neck. Satisfaction zinged through me, and I shifted to give him more access. He took it greedily, latching on to my neck and sucking with strength I was not expecting. My gasp of surprise turned into a slutty moan when a tinge of pain shot down to my balls.
After I was definitely hickeyed up, he lazily drew back, satisfied and full. “I don’t have to make stuff up. The truth works just fine.”
It took me a minute to remember what we were talking about. “You said you never planned on getting involved with me, so why would that be your excuse to not pierce your dick?”
“I guess even a man as dark as me still managed a spark of hope. And the existence of that tiny spark meant I would never, ever do anything that might put you at risk.”
Fucking swoon.
“And this is why I couldn’t even let Theo kiss me,” I muttered, completely off balance and over the moon for this man and his asshole-ish sweet ways.
All the playful banter evaporated, and Max’s body tightened. Pulling back, he settled a potent stare on me, making it feel as though his hand were wrapped around my throat. But this wasn’t foreplay. This was real.
“Don’t ever say his name to me again.”
Damn. Jealous much? I rolled my eyes, maybe enjoying his annoyance. “It was a party, not an orgy. I literally just said Ididn’tki—”
“I mean it, Wesley. Not another word about it.” His jaw was granite, eyes flat. The pinched expression made me slightly queasy. I wasn’t afraid of Max. I never would be, but his being angry with me was something I could not stand. I found it hard to function, to draw in a complete breath.
