Page 30 of True Sight (Nat. 20, #4)

Fast.

Him.

Now .

“Sweets? Henry? Hello? Did you hear me?” The sharpness of his voice pulls me out of my lustful haze and I shake my head.

“No, no I did not hear you. Can you say it again please?” I blink slowly, trying to focus my eyes on his and not on his package.

“I said you looked cold. Do you want to lay under the covers for a minute to warm up?” His chin dips and he flicks his eyes towards my bed which is pristinely made and looking like an open invitation.

“You wanna get under the covers”—I point to the bed before pointing back at myself—“with me?” My voice tips up at the end in sheer surprise.

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

“I mean, I offered to go slow but if you’re already trying to get me in bed, who am I to say no?” I joke.

He takes a few steps closer to me and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the bed. “Would you just shut up and come on?”

“Mmm, first he’s grumpy, then he’s bossy. It’s a good thing you’re cute and I like your dog or else I wouldn’t be crawling into bed with you so quickly.”

He gives me his signature eye roll before pulling the overstuffed duvet of my bed back.

He lets me crawl in first before crawling in after me.

Rolling onto my side to face him, I tuck my hands under my head in a prayer position and look at him.

Lying on his back and staring at the ceiling, he looks like he’s deep in thought.

I want nothing more than to have the ability to reach inside his head and see what’s going on in it.

Unable to hold myself back from touching him, I extend my index finger to his face and start to trace his features.

He turns his head to look at me and his smile grows when I trace that too.

“You know I thought you were cute the first time I saw you,” I admit boldly.

“At our first meeting?” He furrows his eyebrows, trying to remember.

“No, before that. When you so rudely ran into me as I was coming into the coffee shop before we met the first time.”

“I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you ran into me . The proper thing to do is let the person from inside exit first. That’s how we do it here in the States, mate .” He leans into the last word. The English accent he attempted is so bad I can’t help but laugh.

“Well whatever the protocol is, I thought you were cute. Even if you were a little grumpy.” I give him a wink to let him know I’m just teasing. He turns his face away from me and looks back at the ceiling.

“I wish people would stop calling me that,” he mutters under his breath. Wiggling myself closer to him, I wrap an arm over his waist and press my lips into his shoulder.

“Why? I think your grumpiness is cute. It’s endearing,” I offer with a few more kisses on his exposed skin. It’s warm and soft and I want to keep my lips pressed to it forever.

“Endearing? You think me being a grump is endearing?” He raises a brow at me.

“Yes, love. I think your grumpiness is endearing.” A kiss.

“And I think your need for order and control is nice.” Another kiss.

“And I think the way you care about the people in your life is incredibly sexy.” A third kiss.

He watches each time I kiss him with an almost dream-like gaze before turning his focus back on the ceiling.

“You know, I talked to my therapist about you.”

“You did?” My voice doesn’t hide my surprise.

He nods slowly. “It wasn’t about you specifically, but in a roundabout way it was. I asked her how you knew if you were into someone.”

“You didn’t know if you were into me?” Now it is my turn to raise a brow at him.

“I didn’t know if I could be into you. Like I told you at the studio, I’ve never been with a guy before. I’ve only been with a handful of women in my life, and the ones I have been with I haven’t really had many feelings for anyway.”

“And what did your therapist?—”

“Hanna,” he corrects.

“What did Hanna have to say about it?”

“She told me it was a feeling you would know when you felt it. Then she listed off all these specific things that happen when you have a crush on someone. They all pretty much lined up with what I was feeling whenever you were around.”

“You talked to Hanna about having a crush on me?” My voice is small as I stifle a smile.

“Stop it,” he groans, perpetually annoyed.

“That’s the cutest thing ever, I’m touched.” I smile at him as he rolls his eyes again. Then, he rolls over to face me and presses his lips to my forehead. No man has ever kissed me on the forehead. I understand the allure.

“So those feelings she was talking about, did they feel anything like this?” My voice comes out just above a murmur as I drop the hand I have around his waist a little lower, dragging my fingertips along his skin. Goosebumps spring up in anticipation and I hear his breath catch in his throat.

“Uhm, y–yeah, something like that.” He shifts just enough to move closer to me, his body flush with mine. He rolls over to his back again and with me on my side, I have full access to everything I want. My need for him is growing at a pace I’m not sure I can slow down.

“What about this…” My eyes flit away from his as I slowly move my hand even lower.

My eyes dance from the direction of where my hand is under the covers to his face to make sure I’m not crossing a line he isn’t ready for me to cross.

When it sinks low enough to graze the top of his cock, I can feel him grow at my touch.

He clears his throat and turns his head to look at me. “Feels like what she was talking about, yeah.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask quietly, moving the tips of my fingers under the hem of his briefs. When I look at him, his eyes are heavy and locked on my lips. His breath is shallow and heavy with need.

“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” I repeat, slowly pushing my hand further towards his cock which is standing at attention. His eyes flutter for a second but he doesn’t speak.

“You better tell me to stop, love,” I whisper.

He shakes his head and wraps a hand around the side of my face. “Please, don’t stop.”

Using the hand he has around my face, he pulls me in and kisses me deeply. As his tongue makes its way into my mouth, my hand finds what it is looking for. My fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke, causing him to gasp loudly against my mouth.

“Too much?” I check between frantic kisses.

“No, just new. Keep going.” His voice is as needy as his hips are which he’s pushing towards me as hard as he can.

My skin grows hot when he tugs on my hair and pulls me even closer.

I continue to stroke him with my hand and revel at the sounds of his groans.

When he pulls away from me for a second, I bring my hand to my mouth, spit in it, and bring it back to his cock.

“Jesus, fuck ,” he growls, pulling me back against his mouth. His kisses are hungry and my touch is needy and together we become two people so entirely wrapped up in one another that the entire world seems to fade away.

I continue to stroke him, pumping my hand back and forth.

I can tell he is getting braver because he brings one of his own hands to the outside of my briefs and starts to play with me at the same time.

I rub the tip of his cock with my thumb and kiss his neck, gently nipping at his skin.

Moving faster, I know I’m bringing him to his edge when he suddenly grabs me with force.

“Careful there, love, don’t let your excitement get the best of you,” I warn.

“If you aren’t careful, you’re going to have a mess on your hands,” he sighs and gasps again when I stroke him harder.

“ Make a mess of me ,” I urge, throwing the duvet back so I can see him completely before spitting into my hand again and returning it to his hard cock. I work his briefs down far enough to where I can see all of him and holy shit do I like what I see. “I want to watch you make a mess of my hand.”

My words seem to push him over the edge.

He brings both of his hands to the sides of my face and holds me in place, forcing his lips to mine.

Our tongues clash together as he nears his finish, his whole body starting to shake at my touch.

I meant what I said about wanting to watch so I pull my mouth from his to kiss his neck and shoulders as he starts to groan deep from behind his chest. His head presses into the pillow and his eyes clamp shut and with a few more hard pumps and shallow breaths, he reaches his peak and comes completely undone in my hand.

“That’s my good boy,” I hum into his ear, slowly running my hand up and down along his cock. He inhales sharply and flinches as a wave of pleasure ripples through him again.

“Don’t call me that,” he growls through a smirk.

“Oh, come on now, I think you like it,” I quip with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

He blinks his eyes open slowly before turning to look at me again. “I think you like it when you annoy me.”

“You’d be right.” I smirk at him and let out a breathy laugh. His hands start to reach for me but I stop him. “No, no. Just you tonight. We’re going slow, remember?”

“I didn’t know this was going slow for you. I thought ‘going slow’ went out the window when we got into bed in nothing but our underwear.”

“Conrad Miller, who knew you were such a little horndog!” I smack his chest playfully with my clean hand.

“Stop, I’m not a?—”

“I mean, I know I’m a total catch, but trying to get in my pants on the first night. I just can’t believe.”

“You just got in my pants!”

“It’s always the quiet ones.” I shake my head at the ceiling, continuing with my bit. “You always have to watch out for the quiet ones.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he groans beside me and I don’t need to look at him to know he is rolling his eyes. I burst out into a fit of laughter and roll over to face him again.

“Hey,” I hum, kissing him on the shoulder again and changing my tone to be more serious. I wait for him to glance down at me before continuing. “Just you for now. I want this, want you. We can worry about me later. One thing at a time.”

“One thing at a time.” He nods in agreement.

“I’m going to go get cleaned up and be back.” I kiss him quickly and roll out of bed, heading for the bathroom. Once inside, I look at myself in the mirror, and stare for a moment. A wash of emotions are painted across my face.

Stunned surprise by what just happened.

Blind hope that it’ll happen again and he won’t wake up tomorrow and regret everything we’ve said and done today.

And sheer happiness that I haven’t felt in what seems like forever.