Pretty Boy (Perfect Boys #1) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,19

hand in hand, the same way we walked in. He seems more relaxed this time, leaning into me and not bothering to spare a glance at the hostess as we pass.

The drive back takes over an hour, but it still doesn’t feel nearly long enough. I pull into his driveway and turn off the car. Sterling tenses in his seat, darting a nervous glance at me as he grabs the door handle but doesn’t open it.

“Did you…um …you wanna come in?”

I chuckle, reaching over and carding my fingers through his hair to push it back off of his face. “Relax, little rabbit, I’m just walking you to your door.”

“Little rabbit? Thought I was Pretty Boy,” he huffs a little at the nickname.

“You are. But right now you look like a frightened bunny, so I thought it fit.”

He scoffs, his fingers tightening on the door handle, but still not opening it. “I’m not afraid,” he insists. “I should probably get the whole virginity thing out of the way anyhow. You should come in.” He sounds more certain this time at least, but it’s still not going to happen.

Without responding, I unbuckle and climb out of the car. I swear, I hear a nervous little gasp from him before I shut the door behind myself. I chuckle as I make my way around the front of the car to open his door.

His hand trembles slightly in mine as I lead him up the cracked and dusty walkway to his front door. He unlocks the door and looks back at me with surprise when I tug him to a stop before he can step inside.

“It would be an honor to share any of your firsts, Sterling, and once you make your decision, I fully intend to worship every inch of your body.” His breath catches at my proclamation. “But for tonight, how about we take things slow.”

“Slow?” He swallows hard, tilting his head up enough to meet my eyes.

I nod, stepping close enough to tuck his smaller body against mine, forcing him to tilt his head back even farther. I can feel his wild heart beat against the lower part of my rib cage where his chest presses against me. “Have you ever been kissed, little rabbit?” I ask, stroking my thumb over his bottom lip.

He gives a sharp shake of his head, pressing himself closer and rising up on his tiptoes seemingly unconsciously.

“Tell me you want a kiss, and it’s yours,” I murmur, too mesmerized by his mouth to stop staring at it.

“Please…Daddy.” Sterling bunches the front of my shirt in his fists, wrinkling the fabric and causing one of the buttons to come undone. But all I can hear is the word Daddy falling from his lips.

I groan, my cock hardening against his belly, his own answering arousal pressed against my thigh. Slipping a hand behind his neck, I drag him to me so I can claim his mouth. He lets out a little whimper as our lips meet, his whole body relaxing into mine in an instant. Sterling’s mouth is soft and sweet and pliant, letting me lead the kiss. I coax his lips to part and slip my tongue into the hot depths of his mouth, the moans he feeds me vibrating around my tongue.

As much as I want to sweep him into my arms and carry him inside to continue the kiss, I force myself to pull back. He gasps, tightening his hold on my shirt and popping a few more buttons.

“Go inside, and go to sleep now, Pretty Boy,” I whisper, pressing another, softer kiss to his damp lips. He finally releases his grip on my shirt and sinks down onto the flat of his feet. I reach into my pocket and pull out a business card that has my cell number on it. “And when you make up your mind, you can call or text me. I’ll give you space for a couple of days to make a decision, but call me any time.”

He nods, looking a bit dazed as he clutches the card against his chest like it’s a winning lottery ticket. I wait as he heads inside, tossing me looks over his shoulder until the door is closed between us. And then I wait a little longer, tracking his movements through the house by which light comes on before I finally manage to tear myself away and walk back to my car, the taste of his sweet little sounds still dancing on my lips