He shut the door behind him, his eyes fixed on me.
My skin was crawling. I felt like I was an elk about to be jumped by a predator.
“How are you?” I asked.
There was a pointed tremble in my voice.
Fuck.
Why was my dick getting so hard?
Why was he looking at me like that?
He took a step toward me, and I backed away.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Then, because the first question was stupid and I knewexactlywhat he was doing, I added. “Don't.”
He was still for a moment, then took a shallow breath before speaking in a quiet, measured voice.
“I'm not drunk,” he said, shrugging lightly.
Well…damn.
I stared for so long that he looked at the floor and started to shuffle like a kid waiting for a punishment to be decided.
“I thought you might still be down to...”
I swallowed.How was I supposed to not touch him when he kept starting it?
“To what?” I asked, needing him to say it.
He looked up, meeting my eyes through those dark lashes, his cheeks going red.
“Would you please just touch me?” he asked.
The raw way he said it, broken down like there was nothing left to hide, got me right in the gut. Kamran had always been my weak spot. But he'd just never asked me for anything like this before. I should have known from the start that there was no way I could ever say no if he did.
I moved toward him, and relief filled his eyes.
“Oh, thank god,” he groaned, andheput his arms aroundme.And he was sober. I must have been in a dream.
I pulled him in against my chest, reveling in the feeling of his solid,realbody and he buried his face into my neck, inhaling me. He sagged against me, everything getting loose aside from the front of his pants.
“What is up with that?”
“What?” I asked, turning my face into his curls. God, he felt so sweet and needy, clinging to me.
“Why do you smell so good?” he demanded.
I chuckled because he'd said the same thing that first night almost two weeks ago and I'd brushed it off as his attempt at a distraction.
“You really like mysmell?”
He nodded, not moving his face. When I tried to pull back to look at him, he came with me, still clinging to me, unwilling to let me go. I refrained from telling him that liking a man's smell was probably the gayestpart about all of this, smiling and pressing my lips to his temple.
That got his attention.
He tilted his head, seeking my mouth with his, almost shyly this time because it was all him. This was Kamran with no alcohol to hide behind. His heart was pounding against my chest like he was being chased and I knew mine was running away right alongside him.
