Page 74 of Off the Edge

I swallowed, and dropped my hands to his ass, cupping it. “If that’s what you want?”

“Baby, I want it all, but what do you want?”

I wanted that. I’d thought about it, a great deal. His legs spread, me inside him. The joining of us in ways that went further than before.

My breath quickened, and little flurries of lust tightened through me, going straight to my interested cock, painfully hardening it.

“Yes, I want that.” I admitted, looking into his eyes. “I want you.”

He kissed me hard, and I tightened my hold on his wrists, squeezing as I met his passion with my own. I loved this man, and I wanted him in all ways. I would not hold back, not for anyone else’s cruel judgements. Only for him. But he wanted me too. Wanted this.

I gathered him up, dropped my hands to his lower back. His arms locked behind my neck, and I lifted us both off the couch.

We had hours, all night. And I intended to use every second on him.

TWENTY-SEVEN

CAMDEN

Ren laid me on the bed and came down with me, kissing my neck, my jaw. He dipped, and pulled my shirt up, kissing my abs with each new inch of skin he exposed. His lips moved over my ink as though every mark was worthy of his attention.

If he was going to go slow, I might lose my mind, especially knowing what was coming.

He stopped, straightened onto his knees, tore his shirt off over his head, and tossed it aside. Behind him, the TV still played Ren’s favorite gay anime, sound on mute. Its backlight played over him. The stunning outline of his powerful shoulders, the lean curve of his arms. A dancer’s body, powerful grace and control. I stared, just for a few seconds, drinking him in. Every time I saw him naked was a gift I’d never get enough of.

He smiled, his hair flopped over in all the wrong places.

God, I loved this complicated man.

I tugged at my shirt buttons, needing it off, but then he came back, hands on my waist, shirt rucked up, his tongue and lips and teeth low at my navel, where the little trail of hairs guided him lower. I dropped my head back, thrust my hands into his hair. My dick was still in my pants. Everything was happening too slow. I wanted his mouth on me. Now.

He came back up, mouth on my neck again. I stole his hand and shoved it onto my dick, just in case he wasn’t getting the message.

“You feel me? I want you there. Everywhere else too, but mostly there.”

“Patience. I’m getting to it.”

“Get to it faster, Hasegawa.”

His fingers came around my throat, not tight, just holding. Thrilling shivers scattered down my spine. He rubbed my dick with the hand I’d put there. There was too much fabric, all the clothes, but damn. I ground back, trying to work up some friction.

“Lube?” he asked.

“Right . . . yeah . . . bathroom.”

He smirked, then left.

I tore my shirt off, angry at it for getting in the way, then worked at my fly.

Ren came back, his own belt hanging loose now. He tossed a tub of conditioner onto the bed with casual ease, and then made quick work of his pants, stepping out of them with a dancer’s grace.

I swallowed, enjoying the view.

One knee on the bed, the mattress dipped, and he finished my fly, yanking my trousers off. Oh god, yes. I loved it when he got fired up. He came back down and pressed me to the mattress, his hot chest on mine, our breaths mingling. His hand dropped to my underwear. His fingers almost wrapped around my dick through the fabric. And that was better. Good, close, but not close enough yet.

His dick stroked my thigh. I tried to get to it, but he batted my hand away, then tore off my underwear with savage jerks.

Fuck.