Concealed Hearts (Hometown Jasper #4) - Nicky James Page 0,39

chest, skating them over every ridge and plane. He grated his nails through my chest hair as he forged a path lower, stopping at the waistband of my cargo shorts.

I had yet to move or explore him the same way. It was taking all my concentration to absorb what was happening.

“You can touch me. I want you to.”

Tomi had dressed in a soft cotton button-up and slim-fitted trousers. I wasn’t sure if he owned casual clothes. Steering my focus to the line of buttons on his shirt, I worked them loose one at a time, my quaking fingers giving me away.

When I’d unlatched the last one, I peeled it open, revealing a thin undershirt. I smirked. “More layers.”

“Just wait and see what you’ll find underneath them all. Keep going.” Those last two words fanned across the sensitive skin of my neck as he planted kisses to my ear. “I love your hands on me. Don’t be shy.”

He stepped back and allowed me to remove his undershirt. Tomi carried lithe muscles on his trim body. He was hairless, and his skin didn’t have a single blemish. I wanted to kiss and taste every square inch of him.

“Take your shirt off too.” His voice tore me out of my growing fantasy, and I complied, removing my T-shirt and dropping it in our accumulating pile.

Tomi hummed as he mapped every inch of my chest and abdomen. His feathering touch amplified my blood flow south. I didn’t have to look to know I was tenting my shorts. Tomi noticed, his attention lingering a few extra seconds on what remained hidden underneath.

“You’ll have to excuse my primitive comment. My brain cells are a bit zapped right now, but do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?”

Heat flushed to the surface of my skin. “You’re being kind.”

“I’m serious. You are the stuff dreams and fantasies are made of.”

Feeling braver, I reached out and trailed a knuckle along the long length of his bare chest, ending by his navel. “I could say the same thing.”

Tomi took my wrist and encouraged me to flatten my palm against him. “Touch me. Don’t be afraid to.”

So I did. Slowly, wanting to memorize and remember every second of this experience, I ran my hands over all that was exposed and envisioned all that wasn’t. When touching wasn’t enough, I grew bolder, stepping into his space, kissing his collarbone, shoulders, ear, then tonguing over the steady pulse throbbing in his neck.

Tomi’s hands were all over me as well, and whatever worries I’d brought into the bedroom with me vanished.

His nimble fingers found their way to the button on my cargos. My shorts came loose when he undid them. Tomi shoved them to the ground and tugged me forward so I would step out of them. When his hand landed on my iron-hard cock through my underwear, I gasped and abandoned my journey along his neck.

“Jesus. I … Holy hell…” I gulped and fisted my hands, doing all I could to regain control. It was fast slipping away.

“Take my pants off, Windsor.”

I nodded, my mind a clutter of noise and want and need—and not at all processing on a logical level any longer.

Tomi stepped out of his pants when they hit the floor. He snagged my waist and guided me to the bed. He shoved me down and crawled over top of me, joining our mouths in a searing, blistering kiss.

I was convinced I was dreaming. Nothing could possibly feel this good.

My hands were glued to his waist, and I had to talk myself into moving them. Steady, hoping my confidence showed through my nerves, I slid my palms over his underwear-covered ass and savored the feel of his tight and perfectly formed globes under my hands. It didn’t take much effort to encourage him to drop his weight on me. When that happened, the steel length of his erection nudged mine.

I groaned into the kiss. Tomi broke free with a smile, his lower half rocking ever so slightly against me. The friction was explosive.

“Feels good, huh?”

“So good. Been too long.”

Bolder, I squeezed his ass cheeks and thrust up against him, dragging our arousals together, amplifying the pleasure. It still wasn’t enough.

I slipped my hands inside his underwear, relishing the warmth and smoothness of his bare skin as I shoved them down and off. He lifted to help me get them out of the way, and his cock bobbed free between us. I caught a glimpse, but my nerves roared back