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Something that could last a while.

Last a while tonight, I correct.

But when the doors open on our floor, my thoughts are stuck on that first idea—the start of something.

It’s a dangerous, foolish notion. I’ve got to focus on the here and now.

And I want to do something for him to show him how much I appreciate everything he did at the restaurant.

Once we’re in our room, I reach for him and spread a hand over his pecs. “Can I be in charge? I want to spend a long time making you feel really fucking good.”

Nate goes still, as if he’s processing my request. Then I find the answer in the sparkle of his eyes and the tilt of his mouth. “Have me.”

Oh, I will.

29

JET FUEL

Nate

When Hunter finally confessed that he wanted me to be his first, I figured I’d be leading him through sex. I was game for that.

Now, I’m not sure who’s seducing who.

I stand at the edge of the bed as he takes his time undressing me, undoing each button, kissing me as he goes. Then he licks a path down my chest, flicking his tongue against one nipple, then the other.

He pops up, gives me the most carnal smile. This man has a sex agenda tonight. He knows exactly what he’s going to do to me.

He slides my shirt down my arms, his fingers luxuriously tracing my muscles. “Your body,” he says as he maps my biceps, my forearms, my wrists.

Pretty sure I’ve only had one glass of champagne, but I’m intoxicated.

I’m also not sure what to say or do. I’m supposed to be the one teaching.

But Hunter’s got this lesson covered as he pushes my shirt to the floor. “Look at you,” he says, roaming those questing hands all over me.

Soon, I’m trembling everywhere, and he hasn’t even undone my pants. His hands explore my arms, my chest, my abs.

There’s no question now—Hunter’s seducing me. Maybe he always has been.

Soon, he unzips my pants and pushes them down my legs. I help him along, kicking them off.

He hisses, his eyes lingering on the outline of my erection in my boxer briefs. Then he pushes me back to the bed.

“You’re dressed. Maybe change that,” I suggest, tipping my chin toward him.

Obliging, Hunter strips off his shirt then his pants. Then he points to the headboard. “Get on the bed all the way,” he commands.

Cha-ching. “Who’s bossy now?”

“Do it,” he says, all stern and sexy.

Grinning, I obey the student turned teacher. He climbs over me, stopping at my waist to strip me naked. My cock springs free.

He lets out a guttural groan, then licks a line up my shaft.

“Yes, do that,” I murmur.

But he doesn’t comply.

Instead, he lifts his face then sits up and stretches his body over mine, bracing himself on his palms. “Hi.”

“Hey,” I say, unsure why he’s changed his mind.

“Nate,” he says, my name heavy on his tongue. “I need to stop for a second.”

I tense but then try to let the worries go. He’s here with me. No need to think the worst. “What is it?”

“I want you to do something tonight,” he says, his gaze fearless.

I thread a hand through his soft hair. “Name it.”

“Tell me what you like as I go, okay?”

That’s such a welcome change from what I was expecting—such a turn on too. “Yeah. Of course.”

“This is still all new to me, but I have an idea of what I want to do to you,” he says, flicking his tongue over the corner of his lips.

That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me. “You do?”

“I’ve been plotting it during dinner.” He sounds giddy. Same here. “But if it’s not what you like, just tell me.”

I grab the back of his neck, haul him against me. “Spoiler alert—I’m gonna like it.”

He huffs, like here goes nothing. “I want to indulge in you.”

I close my eyes, stunned by the sentiment. The sensuality of it. The intimacy.

I sink down and finally, finally, I know what to do.

With my hands.

My body.

My mind.

I relax into Hunter Colburn.

I let him worship me.

It’s not easy to let go, but I do it. His mouth takes a tour down my body, his lips traveling over my Adam’s apple, along to my pecs. I shudder then lift my hips, trying to get closer, figuring he’ll kiss my abs next.

But he surprises me, darting over to my right arm, brushing those lush lips along my wrist.

I shiver. No one has kissed me there. No one has kissed my biceps.

Is my entire arm an erogenous zone and no one told me?

Remembering he wants to know what I like, I say, “That feels good.”

He smiles against my shoulder then kisses down my left arm.

I’m vibrating, I swear.

Then, he slides between my legs, pushing them apart.

“Yes, love that,” I tell him.

I want him there. Right there. But he doesn’t take my dick into his mouth.

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