Somebody to Love (Tyler Jamison #1) - April Wilson Page 0,71
being taken, especially by a powerful man like Tyler.
I finish washing him, and then he returns the favor and washes me. I bite back a groan as his soapy hands skim over my body, from my shoulders to my ankles. He seems to enjoy the task, taking his sweet time as his fingers glide over my body, touching and stroking me.
By the time he’s done, I’m hard again, and so is he. “You recover pretty quickly, too,” I say, grinning at him. “For a middle-aged guy.”
He grins, obviously relaxed enough to enjoy himself now. “I’m just making up for lost time.”
After we both wash our hair, we shut off the water and towel dry. With towels tied at our waists, we stand at the dual sinks. I toss him a brand-new toothbrush, which I pulled from a stash in a drawer, and we brush our teeth.
His gaze meets mine in the bathroom mirror, an odd mixture of curiosity, wariness, and hunger that makes my heart do a little flip. This may all be new for him, but it’s new for me too. I’ve never been with someone who made me care this much before. It’s always been fun for me, hot sex with hot guys, and sometimes I didn’t even know their names. And that was fine. But with Tyler, it’s different. I know he’s left-handed, for one thing, as I quickly discover as we both brush our teeth. So am I.
I find myself paying attention to the little things with him, like how he fingercombs his damp hair.
He meets my gaze in the bathroom mirror. “If I’d known I was spending the night, I would have brought some things with me. Toiletries. A change of clean clothes.”
“Next time.”
He grins at the mention of a next time. “Yeah.”
My heart starts beating just a bit faster at the idea of a next time. Another sleepover, and another. I guess I shouldn’t jump the gun. He may decide this isn’t want he wants after all, or that I’m not what he wants. Now that he’s letting himself explore his sexuality, he might decide that a twenty-eight-year-old isn’t quite what he’s looking for.
Fuck.
* * *
“Lights off,” I say as we climb into bed.
As we slip beneath the sheet and comforter, my heart starts beating faster. I’ve never gone to bed with a man just to sleep, with absolutely no intention of having sex.
The moonlight shines through my bedroom windows, filtered by the canopy of trees outside, providing a decent amount of ambient light. I roll onto my side to face him. Tyler lies on his back, staring up at the high ceiling, his hands clasped over his abdomen. He glances at the bank of windows overlooking the street. “Do you want me to close the blinds?”
Oh, shit, here we go. My pulse picks up. I really don’t want to get into this so soon. “If you don’t mind, can we leave them open?”
He glances at the uncovered windows. “I just thought you’d want more privacy.”
“No one can see in. There are too many trees.”
“Okay.” He shrugs. “That’s fine.”
I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking right now… if he’s regretting anything. If he has questions.
I lean closer and kiss his shoulder.
He shoots me a vaguely frantic look. “Ian, I don’t know the first thing about anal sex.”
“You never had anal with a woman?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“But you’ve thought about it, with a man?”
“Yes.”
I reach for his hand and link our fingers. “When you thought about it, were you giving or receiving?”
His fingers tighten on mine, but he doesn’t say anything.
I rise up on my elbow and kiss his sternum. “Do you think you’d rather top or bottom? Do you want to fuck, or be fucked?”
Taking a deep breath, and not meeting my gaze, he says quite definitively, “Top.”
“Thank you, baby Jesus!” Sighing, I roll onto my back.
He turns to face me. “What?”
“I want to be fucked. By you. Very badly.”
A flush sweeps across his face, and he bites back a grin. “I think we can work something out.”
Chapter 26
Tyler Jamison
Ian wears his emotions on his sleeve, holding nothing back. I can feel the energy, the anticipation radiating off him. He’s a force of nature, beautiful, vibrant, courageous, and sexy as hell. He’s also a lot younger than I am and way more adventurous. In a lot of ways, he’s good for me. He’s just what I need to get out of my own head.