“Have you ever thought about getting piercings?”
I laugh. “No.”
“You’d look hot.”
“Yours are pretty hot.” I roll him onto his back and loom over him. “Lights off.”
The room darkens, and I can barely make out his features. There’s just a bit of moonlight filtering through the trees into the room.
I lower my mouth to his, and he sighs into a kiss.
I grab both of his wrists and pin them to the pillow above his head. Then I gaze down at him, searching his expression. His chest rises and falls steadily, his breath coming fast. He struggles half-heartedly against my hold before settling down. Then I kiss him, and he melts into me with a satisfied sigh.
I roll him to his side and spoon behind him, wrapping my arm around his waist and drawing him close. He’s mine.
There are a million and one things I want to say to him, but I can’t. It’s too soon. And I’m probably feeling a bit over-emotional after having the best sex of my life. At least I can be honest with him and tell him that much. “Now I know what I’ve been missing. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
His lips curve upward. “Me, too.”
“No, I mean it.”
“So do I, Tyler.” He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.
Chapter 31
Ian Alexander
I awake the next morning with a start, expecting Tyler to be gone like he was yesterday morning. But he’s not gone. In fact, he’s still sound asleep. He’s lying on his belly, one arm tucked beneath his pillow. His hair is disheveled, and he looks sexy as hell. Everything about him is sexy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.
He’s here in my bed. He wants me. And I was his first.
I have a feeling Tyler doesn’t give himself easily. And right now, at this moment, he’s all mine.
Last night was fucking amazing. He was so determined to do things right. I loved his strength and his power, and that little taste of domineering personality. I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing more and more of that as he grows comfortable being with me. I certainly hope so.
I keep thinking about what he said last night. I won’t share you.
I’m okay with that. I’m okay if he wants to get all possessive and snarl at guys who get up in my personal space. I picture the two of us at the clubs, me dancing with my friends, and Tyler watching from the bar, glaring at any guy who gets too close. I shiver just thinking about it.
Damn. I’m definitely okay with that.
Lying on my side, I watch him sleep. My cock hardens as I replay last night in my head. He was amazing. I want that again. Now! All day, and every day. But I know I’m getting ahead of myself. Just because last night was amazing doesn’t mean he wants more. It doesn’t mean we’re on the same page.
I’m his first. Now that he’s taken the first step down this path, he might want to move on, see what else is out there, explore and experiment. Isn’t that what I’ve been doing my whole adult life? I’ve never before wanted to settle down.
I check the time. It’s seven already on a Friday, and I’m surprised he’s not up yet. Doesn’t he have to go to work? I wonder if I should wake him.
The sheet has slipped off his shoulder, and I have a front row view of his muscular arm and shoulder. Damn. I want so badly to reach out and touch him.
“Hey.”
At the sound of his voice, husky from sleep, my gaze shoots to his. He’s watching me with a very satisfied and amused expression.
“Hey yourself.” I reach out and run my fingers through his tousled hair. “Don’t you have to go to work?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I took the day off.”
My belly clenches at the realization he doesn’t have to rush off to work. We’re naked, in my bed, and we have the whole day ahead of us. “Do you have plans today?”
He grins. “None at all.” And then he rolls onto his back and stretches, groaning loudly. “What about you? Do you have plans today?”
I’m hard just watching him, and based on the action I see beneath the bedding, it appears he woke up with a hard-on. My heart rate picks up in anticipation. “Maybe we could shower and then go out for breakfast. I was planning to go