Concealed Hearts (Hometown Jasper #4) - Nicky James Page 0,40

to the surface, and I looked away.

Tomi was less shy and worked my underwear off as well. Naked, he resumed his position lying on top of me, only that time, there were no barriers, and I tumbled into the blissful expanse of pleasure and want that surrounded us.

We kissed again. It was more frantic that time. Tomi rocked his hips, the motion causing friction below. The steady slide of us together was enough to send me careening to the finish line, but with the whimpers and moans spilling from his mouth, I didn’t think I was the only one.

“Windsor,” he said into our sloppy kiss. “Oh god. Can’t stop it…”

In a few short thrusts, warm wetness spilled between our bodies, timed perfectly with Tomi’s writhing, shuddering cries of pleasure. Knowing what had happened, feeling the hot slippery glide of his release covering me was all it took to send me over the edge with him.

I gripped his ass hard, grinding as years of pent-up need exploded from me on a guttural cry. I didn’t think it would ever let go.

When I came back to myself, Tomi was nipping and kissing along my collarbone, his breathing labored.

I needed a second to process. As my world realigned, I chuckled, noting the excessive puddle smeared between us.

“We made a hell of a mess. Does that screw with your OCD?”

He laughed and rolled off me. “Showers will be required, but the post-orgasm buzz will hold off the necessity for a bit.”

“Good. I’m not sure I can move.”

Tomi rolled to his side. It was too dark to make out all his features, but I registered concern. “You doing okay?”

“I’m great. Shit, I haven’t felt this good in…” I blew out my cheeks laughing. “Far too long.”

I knew what we’d done was a warm-up. Not that more would necessarily happen tonight, but Tomi had gone easy on me. Frotting and reaching orgasm without penetration or blowjobs was a kindness he’d extended, knowing I was years out of practice and apprehensive.

For a long while, we lay in silence, absorbing what we’d shared while touching and enjoying the moment.

“What are you thinking?” Tomi asked after a time.

“How I’m going to hide the blissed-out look from my face tomorrow when I go to work. I’m afraid I’m never going to get rid of this smile, and everyone will figure it out.”

Tomi chuckled. “And John will be looking for evidence if he thinks you had a date tonight.”

“I know. I’m doomed.”

“Shall we shower and try to sleep? It’d be worse if you looked all sexed-up and sleep-deprived.”

“Sexed-up?”

Tomi shook his head. “Ignore me. That was me trying not to be a prude.”

I tipped my head to the side, studying Tomi in the dark. “I don’t think that. A shower would be great. The idea of sleeping beside you is still unbelievable.”

“Come on.”

I stopped him before he could move too far away, snagging the back of his neck and dragging him in for another kiss. His mouth was dangerous. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough.

Tomi sighed into our connection and shimmied closer, abandoning his escape. His semi nudged me, and I couldn’t help smiling into our kiss. “You know this old man will never get it up twice in one night, right? As much as my mind is on board, there are things a forty-five-year-old body just won’t do.”

Tomi chuckled. “That’s all right. We can save more for another day.”

I joined him in a shower, and we took our time, washing one another. It was sensual and intimate. Our mouths fused together any number of times, and our hands wandered. As much as my mind would have loved more with this man in my arms, my body only half-complied.

Tomi didn’t push the matter—which would have only embarrassed me. We rinsed, got lost in more kissing against the wall of the shower stall, dried off, kissed again up against the bathroom counter, and eventually stumbled into the bedroom in the dark and crawled into bed. Naked like I’d been dreaming we’d do for weeks.

It was past midnight when Tomi curled up against my side, his head resting on my shoulder, his fingers making a slow journey up and down my chest.

For a long time, I lay awake, contemplating all we’d shared and what this summer might involve. It would be a challenge ensuring no one poked too deeply into my personal life. I was a solitary man, and my closest friend, John, would pick up on any changes in my routine if