Page 59 of Tangled Hearts

Nic follows closely behind me, and when I step into the room, all my nerves make themselves known. I stop dead-center of the room.

Nic’s warm body presses against my back, his hand coming up to hold my throat. Not tight. Not even to control me, I don’t think. Even though if he wanted to, I’d let him. I’d want him to, even. Want him to use me and make me his. “Are you okay?” he whispers close to my ear.

I shiver, my body starting to tremble. “Yeah, a little nervous. Brain’s loud.”

He hums, brushing his thumb over my racing pulse. “Do you want me to quiet it down?”

I think I want that more than anything. “How?”

His thumb brushes my throat again. “Do you trust me?” With literally everything. I nod. “I need words, Eli.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you.”

“Lie down on your back for me? In the middle of the bed.”

I scramble to do what he said, my heart pounding, but my head already calming down. When I’m settled, I look at him. “What now?”

He steps toward the edge of the bed and settles a hand on my chest. “Can I undress you?”

I nod, then I remember he wanted words. “Yes.”

“Good.” It’s so close to what I want to hear. What I’m dying to hear again. What I definitely shouldn’t want to hear. He must seesomething on my face because he cocks his head to the side. “What’s that look?”

I can’t just tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me. Dammit, I hate that he wants words. “I like when you call me good boy.”

He lets out a little laugh, and hot embarrassment rushes through me. Fucking rude. “Well, you don’t have to make fun of me,” I snap.

“I’m not making fun of you, doll.” Nic walks his fingers up my chest, then trails them up the hollow of my throat. “Is that what you want?” he asks, voice low, hazel eyes burning into mine. “To be my good boy?”

A whimper explodes from my throat, and I nod. “Yes. So much. Yes. Tell me what to do.”

He looks upward and takes a shallow breath. “Fuck.” He climbs on the bed and straddles me, dropping his weight onto me. My hips jerk, the pressure against my cock unreal. He grips the hem of my shirt and pulls it up, exposing my stomach, my muscles contracting when his fingertips brush over my skin. “God, Eli, I can’t fucking believe this. Can’t believe I’m touching you like this.”

He leans over and kisses me, drawing a sharp gasp from me when he slips his tongue past my parted lips and teases mine with it. “You taste good,” he whispers against my lips. “Like everything I never even dared let myself imagine.”

I’m probably going to spontaneously combust if we don’t move along. “Undress me please.”

Nic carefully climbs off me and sits me up. My heart speeds up when he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor. Then he pushes me onto my back. His eyes roam all over my body, pupils wide and pure want in them. No one has ever looked at me like this before.

He dips his fingertips into the waistband of my pants. Oh shit.My—

Confused eyes snap to mine. “Eli?”

My face catches on fire. “I—”

Nic pulls my pants down, exposing me without breaking eye contact. My hands fly to my dick, trying to cover the lace that I know he’s already felt. He pulls my hands away, keeping eye contact for a second longer before he looks down. “Holy fuck. Oh God,” Nic whispers, and my cheeks burn hotter. “Do you always wear these, doll?”

He drags a finger over my lace-covered dick and I buck against his hand. “Yeah,” I breathe.

Nic’s silent. So silent it makes me nervous and I whisper his name.

He finds my eyes. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“It doesn’t… gross you out?” I ask, voice trembling.

“Whatever the exact opposite of that is? That’s me right now.”

I close my eyes. “No one knows about them. I—they make me feel good.” God, that’s so embarrassing to say.