Page 60 of Say It Again

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Page 60 of Say It Again

Aaron took a breath and hesitated, sorting through his words maybe. When he spoke again, it was with this low whisper, like they were sharing a big secret. “Can I tell you something without you thinking I’m weird?”

Daniel nodded, curled against his chest.

“I think I might really like that about you.”

He lifted his eyebrows and cleared his throat. “You like that I’m a human water faucet?”

“I like that you show people your heart. It’s enormous, your heart.” Aaron kissed his curls. “And it’s courageous to live your life that way.”

Well, did Aaron want him to cry again? He’d never had someone like it. It’d always been too much for everyone. Especially men. He rolled back to his stomach and smoothed a fingertip over Aaron’s lip. “Well, I think your scar makes you look tough.”

Aaron captured his fingertips and kissed them. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Tough and rugged. Classic man-raids-tombs-because-of-his-sexy-vendetta-against-artifacts, or whatever.”

“Is that supposed to be an Indiana Jones reference? He’s an archeologist. Why would he have a vendetta against artifacts—?”

“Shh, the point is”—Daniel crawled on top of him and straddled his waist—“it only enhances your beauty.”

Aaron skated his hands up and down his thighs, his gaze sweeping down his body. “Does it?”

“You’re a survivor.” He framed Aaron’s head with his elbows and hammocked his chin on his hands. “There’s nothing more inspiring than that.”

Aaron bunched Daniel’s shirt into a fist and pulled him down into a kiss. A kiss that began an ambitious journey to becoming more than just a kiss.

“But Aaron,” he said as he drew back, grinning, “what about your reservations?”

“They’re our reservations—”

“You would miss them?”

“No. Yes.” Aaron’s hips had begun to roll up into him, barely detectable like it could’ve been the water beneath the boat. “I don’t know. I want to take you out.”

“But you want to get me naked more?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Okay? Yes.”

“You can say it.”

Aaron rolled harder, his voice a bit husky as he said, “I want to get you naked.”

“Why?” He pouted his lips, dodging when Aaron tried to kiss them. “Surely you have a reason?”

“Because I want to watch your face and watch your mouth telling me how good I feel. Telling me not to stop.”

Daniel narrowed the space between them to smile against Aaron’s mouth, sliding a palm over the bulge in his pants. “Keep going.” He yelped when Aaron flipped him to his back.

“Telling me you want me harder and harder.” Aaron drove into him. Speaking of harder…. “Until you can’t say it anymore. Until you’ve just come all the way undone in my arms. I can’t wait.”

Daniel nodded feverishly. God, where did he sign up? Was there an app or something? “Then don’t. Get me naked. Get me so naked, mister—”

The lights flipped on the same time someone yelled, “What the hell?”

Daniel’s heart slammed in his chest as he and Aaron scrambled out of bed to stare up at a house of a man with bulging biceps who clutched the hand of a younger guy tight and said, “Who the hell are you?”

“Uh.” Aaron yanked Daniel behind him. “This is my friend’s boat.”

“The fuck it is.” The guy’s eyes somehow got wider. “This is my boat.”




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