Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I glare at him.
“Did you know that, at a zoo, there were these two dude penguins who fell in love? Apparently penguins mate for life, right? And during mating season, this one male penguin thought this other dude penguin was a female. Now they’re all bonded and shit.”
This is getting way off topic.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Penguins,” he says, like that answers my question. He composes himself. “Sorry. I’m nervous about what’s going to come out of your mouth next. I’m trying to deflect.”
“Kiss me again,” I blurt.
His eyes widen. “What?”
Instead of repeating myself, I press against him.
“Rainn, what’s—”
“Kiss. Me.”
There’s a split second where neither of us moves, and I think he’s not going to do it. But then, all at once, he’s in my space, his lips on mine, and everything confusingly makes sense again.
The small doubt, that fluctuating idea that this might not be as good the second time around, disappears completely when his mouth tentatively moves against mine.
This is even better.
He’s not drunk, and I’m not surprising myself.
I want this.
It goes from soft and slow to wanting in the blink of an eye.
Whit grips my shirt in an effort to bring me closer, but we’re already flush up against each other. His tongue enters my mouth, and a needy sound comes from the back of my throat. I never imagined kissing a guy could feel this amazing.
I never imagined kissing anyone could feel this connected. It’s not just our mouths, but us.
I’m conscious about going too fast while trying to tell myself to savor it. Explore it. Find out if this could be something more substantial than curiosity.
As Whit moves a hand into my hair, shivers run down my spine.
For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he knows what he’s doing. Or he at least knows what buttons to push.
Right now, that might be every button.
I’m used to being the one in the lead—the one to take charge—but the way Whit pulls me against him and holds me, the way his tongue tries to battle mine to be in control, it creates this push-pull between us, and the fight is completely new.
I thought I knew everything there was to know about kissing. How to make a woman feel needed and treasured. How to make them feel wanted. Being on the receiving end of that opens up a whole new world of possibilities.
Whit pulls back and whispers, “Is this okay?”
I’m unable to find words. He should be able to tell how okay it is by the way my cock is pressed against him. How hard it is.
It’s more than okay.
It’s consuming.
“Couch?” I croak.
“Bed.”
A jolt of want goes through me, but caution makes me pause. “I can’t promise I’ll only stick to kissing if we go in there.” I tip my head toward my bedroom.
“Trust me, I’ve slept on that thing you call a couch—FYI, a futon is not a couch—and it’s uncomfortable as fuck.”
“Then why did you keep staying here?”
He runs his thumb over my cheek. “Because I got to spend time with you.”
“Fuck.”
Whit makes me feel wanted in a way I never have before.
“Okay, bed, but I’m not … I mean, I don’t think I’m ready for—”
“We’ll take it slow.” Whit’s reassurance settles everything.
Slowly, I work my hand down his chest and hard abs to hover above his waistband. It’s not like I’m new to a dick. I have one. But I’ve never given consideration to another man’s or what might get off a different dick.
“I’m not saying no to more. Just not … all the way.”
“You’re looking a little unsure.”
“Not unsure. Just new to this. Little-known fact about me—I’ve never done this with another man. You might have forgotten that, seeing as you haven’t called me straight in at least two minutes.”
“That’s what you are, though.”
“Nope. We’re still in No-label-ville. It’s right next to Confusion-land and Denial-town.”
“Sounds like a horrible place to be.”
“It’s not horrible. Not at all. Not if it means I can do this again.” I lean in and press my mouth to his.
Whit pulls me close but breaks away from my lips. “We definitely need the bed.”
He takes my hand and leads me toward my bedroom.
“Will it be like the blind leading the blind?” I ask. “Is it really smart for a gay guy to hook up with a straight guy for experience?”
“Is it really smart for a straight guy to get first-time gay experience from a virgin?”
“Touché.”
We reach my bed, but I don’t push him down on it yet. I step back and toe off my shoes and then ditch my socks while Whit does the same.
When he stands upright, we stare at each other. By nature, it’s normal to be nervous, for both of us, like it is with any new partner, but this is different.
I tug off my long-sleeved tee and undershirt, leaving my chest exposed.