Page 66 of A Cold Hard Truth

“I’m sorry. What now?”

“You’ve done this before.”

“I’ve never been with a man,” he reminded Remington.

“You’ve done more than I have, Sebastian.” Remington’s attention flickered away, darting toward the hallway before slowly drifting back to Sebastian’s face. “You’re going to have to tell me what you want. What feels good.”

“Rem…”

Remington smiled, and his eyes crinkled. A hint of embarrassment flickered across his face and they both looked down at the same time to where Remington touched him. Sebastian reached for him, dragging the tips of his fingers over the length of Remington’s long fingers and slim hand.

“You have really great hands,” he whispered.

Remington turned his hand palm up, and Sebastian dragged his palm over top until their fingers aligned. Remington took his hand, holding him still.

“From work,” Remington offered. “I have to be careful and steady when I touch things so I don’t break them.”

A tremor wracked through Sebastian’s whole body and he tightened his grip on Remington’s hand. There was moisture between their palms now, and Sebastian knew it was him. Here he was, the older man with more experience, more money, more everything, shaking in the shadow of Remington’s quiet and stoic confidence.

How on earth had someone not seen this spark in him sooner?

Remington was a unicorn of a man. He was probably more than Sebastian deserved and definitely more than Sebastian would ever get to keep. Remington wouldn’t want a train wreck of a man like Sebastian for long.

But for now?

“Sebastian.” Remington’s voice was soft again, but wrapped around him like a blanket. “Did you want a hands-on demonstration?”

Chapter Nineteen

Remington Loses his V-Card

His speech was the boldest part of him, and when Sebastian answered him with a strangled soundingyes, he was on his feet before he could second-guess himself. When he met Sebastian online, he’d been able to role play a part, an idealized version of the man he wanted to be. Sebastian had been receptive, he’d wanted it, and now that they were face to face and soon to be even closer, he still was.

Remington didn’t want to disappoint.

But as he stood from the couch, pulling Sebastian along with him, Remington found everything came naturally. Talking to Sebastian the way he was, teasing and prompting and guiding him—it all felt right to him. He knew he couldn’t take the lead for everything that he wanted to happen, but for now…it was good.

He knew the way to Sebastian’s bedroom and he walked them both through the threshold, then gave Sebastian a little tug so he stepped ahead. A quick glance down made it clear they both sported throbbing erections, and Sebastian’s entire face was flushed. Remington’s heartbeat echoed in his ears and he flexed his fingers at his sides, giving Sebastian a once-over while he tried to decide where to start.

“Can you take off your clothes?” he asked.

Sebastian’s nostrils flared. “Do you want me to?”

“Take off your clothes, Sebastian.”

Sebastian pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, then shoved down his pants, and finally…finally, his underwear. He stood before Remington naked, save for a tan line and a Rolex, and Remington didn’t think he’d seen anything as perfect in his entire life.

“I believe I was promised a hands-on demonstration?” Sebastian arched a brow, and Remington surged forward. His palms landed on Sebastian’s shoulders, curling around and walking him back until he hit the bed. Sebastian fell onto his back, immediately folding his arms over his chest protectively. Remington straightened, lingering and looking down at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m nervous!” Sebastian gave him a shaky laugh. “I’ve never done this with a man before.”

“Neither have I.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and scooted back toward the pillows. “I’d feel better if you were naked, too.”

Remington hesitated, fingers dancing over the hem of his shirt before he pulled it over his head and tossed it on top of Sebastian’s discarded clothes. Sebastian’s stare dragged over him, and Remington hated the way it felt. He quickly removed his pants and his underwear, turning to the side to hide himself.