Page 110 of Detectives in Love

Yeah. He feels it.

“Fuck,” I breathe, a nervous laugh slipping out before I can stop it. My face is on fire. “Sorry.”

Xavier doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. Then, voice low, he says, “Don’t be.”

And when he shifts closer, sliding against me, I feel it—his cock, hard and pressing into my thigh.

It takes a beat before it hits me. He’s turned on too.

I know it doesn’t have to mean anything. It could be just a reaction, just his body responding to the kiss. A reflex. I know that. But with him this close, his breath mixing with mine, the heat of his skin seeping into me—I don’t care if it’s just that. Not now.

Let the second-guessing come later. Right now, all I want is to feel him wanting me.

I reach for him again, pulling his face back to mine and kissing him, and god, I want to feel more—want to feel him pressed against me, cock to cock—but I’m shorter, and it doesn’t quite line up.

Xavier must sense it, because he leans back into the pillows, one hand slipping to my waist as he guides me over him, pulling me to straddle his hips.

And fuck—

When our cocks finally press together, we both gasp.

Seeing Xavier like this—flushed, aroused, lips parted—I feel my heart slam against my ribs.

We crash into each other again, mouths open, tongues sliding deep. His hands grip my hips, grounding me, and I brace against his shoulders, barely breathing. I’ve never done this with a man before, but instinct takes over. I rise up onto my knees, then sink down again, rolling my hips, rubbing us together through the layers still between us.

“Fuck,” Xavier breathes into my mouth, voice rough, unraveling. “Fuck… fuck…”

I reach between us, sliding my hand down into his pants. I need to feel him—skin to skin.

Xavier’s breath catches, his cheeks flushed as he looks down, watching me.

His cock is hot in my hand, thick and already leaking. I barely get my fingers around him before he’s shuddering apart—cum spilling over my hand as his body jerks beneath me, hisarms wrapping tight around me, pulling me down. He moans through it, clutching me to his chest.

I kiss his cheek, his hair, whatever I can reach as his breathing slows. I stay pressed to him, my cheek against his shoulder, my slick hand still resting on the mess across his T-shirt.

Xavier stays quiet, eyes closed. But his jaw is tight, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. His eyes flick open, his expression suddenly hard to read. My stomach twists at the look on his face.

“That was…embarrassing,” he mutters, color rising in his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I murmur, echoing his words from earlier.

I want to kiss him again—god, I want to—but I hesitate. If this was a one-time thing for him, pushing now might be too much.

“You…” Xavier starts, then pauses, watching me carefully. “You didn’t—?”

It takes a second to click. He’s asking if I came.

I swallow, heat creeping up my neck. “No.” My cock is still hard, aching in my pants. “But it’s fine. I’m fine. We don’t have to—”

“That wouldn’t be fair,” he says, cutting me off.

Before I can say anything, he’s already tugging me back on top of him.

I let out a shaky breath as I straddle him again, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his waist. His handsmove to my pants, sliding them down just enough to free my cock.

And fuck.