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“Ah, that’s where I picked up the southern accent.”Damn, he’s perceptive.“Do you like New York so far?”
“I do now.” Bold, I know, but I need to do whatever I need to.
“And why is that, Jaxon?”
“Because I met you.”
He leans back in his chair, and his assessing hazel eyes turn curious. “Is that right?”
I swallow and lean forward, bracing my arms on the table. “Look, I think we want the same thing out of this.”
He mirrors my pose, and it puts us face to face. “What do I want?”
Hopefully me.“Someone to let go with, maybe have a little fun.”
“Fun?” Kane repeats that word like it amuses him. “Do you know what fun with me entails, Jaxon?” He leans closer, and I feel his breath dust across my lips. “I don’t think you’re ready for what I want.”
“Why?” I ask hoarsely.
“Because I can sense the nervousness in you. You’re scared of me, yet you came with me anyway. Why?”
“I’m intimidated by you but not scared. And I’ve never done this before.”
Kane raises a black brow. “A date?”
“With a man.”
Kane sits back in his seat fast. “I don’t get involved with straight men wanting to experiment. I’ll take you home.”
He goes to stand up, and I grab his arm to stop him. “I’m not straight. I’m just new. I grew up in a religious town that’s not accepting of bisexual men.”
“And out of all the men in this city, you chose me to take your first time?” I can tell he’s suspicious of me, and I need to tiptoe around what to say again.
“I chose you because you’re the first guy I’m attracted to here.”
Kane stares at me for so long that I know for sure that I fucked up, and my heart sinks when he stands up. “Come home with me.” That wasn’t a question. It was a demand, and it’s not one that I’m going to pass up.
We walk back to the limo, and his hand is sitting on my hip instead of safely on my back.Don’t punk out now, Jax.His driver opens the door, and we slide inside. “I’m not an easy man. I need you to decide now whether we go to my home or you go to yours alone.”
It’s not even a question of what I want to do orneedto do. “I want to go home with you.”
Kane reaches over and closes the partition, blocking us from the driver. He tugs his jacket off, then his bow tie. He reaches up and roughly unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt. “Come closer.”
A challenge is lacing his tone, and I’m not backing down now. I’ve made it this far; I need to follow through. I slide until my arm is brushing his, and he twists in his seat so his mouth is hovering right above mine, waiting for me to make the first move. I press my lips against his tentatively, soaking up every bit of courage I have. The scruff from his short beard is strange, and his lips aren’t quite as soft as a woman’s. His tongue runs across my bottom lip, and I can’t stop the shiver that runs through me when I open for him and his tongue brushes mine. Kane groans deep in his chest, and he ravishes my mouth. I meet him stroke for stroke, begging for more.Holy shit, I’m kissing a guy.And I fucking like it. He presses against my chest until I lay back, and then he lays his body over mine. I can feel every dip of muscle and his hard cock rubbing mine. Kane grinds down, and I gasp into the kiss. He pulls back and starts kissing my neck.
“I’ll take care of you,Litso kukly.” His fingers work my bow tie off, then the top three buttons on my shirt. Kane slides his hand against my bare chest. “I can’t wait to mark this pretty skin.” My mind goes into hyperdrive about what he means, but before I can ask, his lips are back on mine, hot and hard. This kiss is more bruising and punishing than the first one. I let every thought telling me I shouldn’t be doing this leave my mind and get lost. The feel of his body against mine, his hand on my chest, and his lips on mine.
“We’re here, Sir.”
Kane jerks away, and his eyes find mine, searching. He must like what he sees because he sits back and pulls me up with him. As soon as we’re out of the limo, he grabs my hand, leading me into a massive fucking building where a doorman is waiting.
“Mr. Lyubava,” he greets, dipping his head and opening the door. I feel like I’ve walked into an alternate universe when I step into the lobby.
“You live here?” It looks like a fucking museum.
“Yes,” Kane answers, pulling me into an elevator and stabbing a button.Of course, he lives in the damn penthouse. As soon as the door closes, he’s on me again, backing me into the wall. “I can’t get enough of your lips.” He rubs his thumb down my bottom lip. “I want to know what they feel like wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh,” I breathe. I’m fucking speechless for the first time in my life. The elevator suddenly feels small, and I try not to breathe a sigh of relief when the doors open. Kane is overwhelming, and I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing. We walk out of the elevator into a spacious living room that looks out over the city. “Holy shit.”
