Ten #4
“No need,” he assured me, leaning in.
Food forgotten, wine forgotten, I was too busy kissing him, his hands on my thighs as he yanked me forward off the counter and into his arms.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his voice full of gravel, deep and low.
I did as I was told, and he carried me to the bedroom, an arm around my waist, his hand caressing my ass. He nuzzled my throat as I stretched it out for him.
“I love your ass,” he whispered against my ear.
“It’s all yours,” I promised him.
And when I heard his breath catch, I had to smile. It seemed that maybe Detective Kage liked having me around as much as I liked being around. It was a small miracle.
It was late when I woke up in his bed. I had both my arms wrapped around him and a leg over his hip. I was pressed tight against his chest.
“Sorry,” I said softly, shifting away from him. I knew it had to be hard for him to sleep with me like that. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop.” He put an arm around my back, anchoring me against him.
“What were you doing?” I asked drowsily, realizing he hadn’t been asleep.
“Watching you sleep.”
“That’s weird. Close your eyes.”
“I’m just having trouble wrapping my mind around this.”
“What?” I was groggy, not totally awake yet.
“You being here in my bed.”
“Do you want me out of it? Should I go sleep in the guest room?”
“No. That’s not what I mean.”
“What do you mean, then?”
“Even if I explain it, you won’t understand.”
“Why?”
“It just won’t make sense to you is all.”
“Because?”
“Because you’ve always been gay.”
I moved away from him, looking at his profile in the dark.
“You’re the first and only man I have ever been in bed with.”
“I know.”
“It’s something, lemme tell you.”
I let out a long breath. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Stupid question. It’s all I want.”
“How come?”
“’Cause being in bed with you…it’s different.”
“How different?”
“Like I always figured it was supposed to feel,” he said, staring into my eyes. I felt a tremor run through me and curl my toes. “I didn’t know it would be like this.”
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow.
“What’re you doing?”
“I have a confession,” I said my voice muffled.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked, yanking the pillow away so he could hear me.
“I left the apartment today.”
“You what?”
“I left,” I said, turning my face to look at him, smiling lazily. “With your mother.”
“What?” He looked confused.
I just stared at him until he got it.
“Oh shit,” he groaned suddenly, hands in his hair, lying back on his pillow.
“It’s Friday. I forgot all about… Oh fuck me,” he half yelled before he reached out and pulled me over on top of him.
His hands went to my face, his fingers smoothing over my eyebrows, pushing the hair out of my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, J. Did she give you the third degree and tell you—”
“She was an angel,” I told him, sliding my hand across his chest, just wanting to touch him. “She made me an omelet for lunch, and then we talked for hours before she took me for pie.”
He reached out and turned on the light on the nightstand.
“What?”
“I wanna see your face.”
I smiled down at him. “Are you okay?”
“She fed you?”
“Yeah.”
“My mother fed you?”
“Yes.”
“And she took you for pie?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “And you know what, if Regina Rappaport was my mother, I’d have T-shirts made.”
“You knew who my mother was?”
“Yeah, of course. Everybody knows.”
“You’d be surprised who doesn’t know.”
“She’s so beautiful,” I told him.
“You’re beautiful,” he assured me, fingers lightly tracing my black eye. “Even beat up, I know women that aren’t as pretty as you.”
“I don’t think—”
He chuckled, and I had to smile in spite of myself.
“I know you don’t, baby.”
I shoved his hands away, and he laughed as I tried to smother him with my pillow.
“We had a good time,” I told him as I scooted away from him to the cold part of the bed. “She invited me for Sunday dinner.”
“Did she?”
“Yessir.”
“You with my entire family. I don’t fuckin’ think so.”
“Why?”
“Well, because I don’t feel like explaining you to everybody right now.”
“And why would you? I didn’t tell her anything about why I was here. All I said was you were helping me out. That’s all you gotta say to anyone.”
“That simple?”
“Sure.”
“Come here,” he said softly, reaching for me, tucking me back against his side, his hand moving to the small of my back. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Sam liked being the one in charge. He was a very demanding lover, and being with him was heaven for me because of it.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my chin, and he leaned in and kissed me. It was slow, sensual, and I felt the heat roll through me.
“You can’t get enough of me,” he said, arrogantly pleased. I didn’t need to answer. “What’re you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’m lucky.” I shifted, rising over him.
“Yeah, you are lucky. You… Oh. Goddamn.”
Head back, body rigid, he weaved his fingers through my hair as he called my name. I smiled before I took him in my mouth again. The look in his eyes when they met mine, full of me, full of trust and surrender, made my heart hurt.