Page 192 of Captivated
Nate narrowed his gaze. “You can take an analogy too far, you know.” He flushed. “But I take your point. Go on up. I’ll be right with you.” He headed for the bathroom.
Zeeb toed off his boots, and climbed the stairs, his heart pounding, his body tingling. His dick was trying to point the way, as if to sayCome on, move a little faster!
As he reached the top, he spied something sitting on the comforter, a white box tied with a red ribbon.
Aw, when did he do this?
Zeeb picked it up and undid the satin ribbon. Inside the box lay?—
He blinked.
It was a bottle of lube and a folded piece of paper.
Zeeb frowned.We’ve still got that cherry stuff. Why did he go buy more?
What was more of a puzzle was when he’d done it.
He unfolded the paper, and had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.
Wasn’t sure if you had any. Have fun. You’re welcome. Butch.
It was official. Zeeb had the best buddies.
He stared at the bed.Do I get undressed? Do I let him undress me?For someone who’d been having sex for as long as he had, he wasn’t used to such indecisiveness.
Zeeb had spent a good part of supper with his mind not on the meal but considering the logistics. He’d figured the bestposition would be him sitting with his back supported with pillows to cushion the shoulder, the strap holding his arm in place.
Then all I have to do is try not to jostle it.
He gave his pits a quick sniff, thankful he’d showered before he’d gone to the stable. He placed the lube on the nightstand, smiling to himself.
Butch must’ve snuck over here while we were havin’ supper.
Below, the bathroom door opened, and Zeeb’s heart went into overdrive. Nate appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing only a towel, his chest flushed.
One of us needs to take the lead here.
Zeeb crooked his finger. “Come here, beautiful.”
Nate walked toward him. “That’s how you see me, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Insideandout.”
Nate looped his arms around Zeeb’s neck and they kissed, slow and sensual, as if Nate were relearning the taste of him. Nate slid his hands down to Zeeb’s chest.
“Want to take the sling off for a sec?”
Zeeb slipped his wrist free of the band, and Nate unfastened the buttons of Zeeb’s shirt, easing it from his shoulders with care. Once it was removed, he supported his hand again. “That’ll have to stay there.”
Nate leaned in and kissed Zeeb’s collarbone. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured against Zeeb’s skin. Then he popped the button on Zeeb’s jeans and dragged them down to his ankles. Zeeb’s dick bobbed free, already hard, but Nate ignored it as he stood.
“I just need to employ a little common sense, that’s all.” Zeeb smiled. “If it hurts, don’t do it.” He cupped Nate’s cheek with his free hand. “Lord, I want you so much.”
Nate lowered his gaze and chuckled. “Yeah, I can see that.” He cradled Zeeb’s nape, and their lips met in a gentle, almosttentative kiss. Warm fingers curled around Zeeb’s shaft, pulling gently on it.
Zeeb responded without hesitation, drawing Nate closer with his free hand, expelling a soft sigh before he deepened the kiss. He explored the curve of Nate’s spine, his fingertips brushing against the towel.
Zeeb stilled, his breath catching in his throat.
