I nudge him to ask him if he’s been tested recently because I have to know or I’ll ruminate on it for hours, but he doesn’t wake. No, he just twists and nestles himself into me.
“Luke,” I whisper, and when he refuses to wake up, I shake him.
“He’s mine,” he grumbles in his sleep, and I inhale sharply, my heart thumping wildly.
Well, I’ll just have to ask when he wakes up.
In the meantime, I’ll suffer through this snuggling he’s subjecting me to.
And dammit, if I don’t sleep like the dead.
CHAPTERSIX
LUKE
Iwake up next to Elliot, my face pressed against his bicep, and damn, he smells like clean laundry and sex. I flex my hand and feel it slide against the bare skin of his stomach. Hell, yes. My hand was sneaky last night and must have slipped under hisSesame Streetpajamas.
Hm.
He feels good. All hard, and warm,and mine.
My rigid dick is pressed against his thigh, and I rut against him once. Then I let my hand slide up over a dusting of soft hair until it’s right over his firm pec, and I run my thumb across his nipple.
“Your hand is up my shirt,” Elliot says groggily, and I freeze.
“’Course it is. I’m in your bed and you’re hot as fuck.”
Elliot huffs but doesn’t ask me to remove it, so I take it as an invitation to stay, maybe settle in and put down roots. I move over to the other nipple and play with it a little, my dick pulsing against his firm thigh. What we did last night was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me and I need more with him. So much more.
“Have you had an STI panel recently?” Elliot asks, and it’s so out of the blue that I laugh a little.
“Morning to you too, Doc?” I say and then decide he’s too far away. So, I roll a little further onto him and nuzzle my face into his neck.
“Answer the question, Luke.”
“Yeah, I have. I’m fine. Don’t stress. Don’t stress.”
Elliot sighs and runs a hand through my hair. “Good. And I’m negative as well.”
“I wasn’t worried. I know you’re too paranoid to do anything reckless.”
Elliot tugs on my hair and forces my gaze to his. “Last night was reckless. I’ve never done that before.Never.”
I lean up on my elbows, now completely on top of him. Damn, I wish he was naked. I want to feel his skin against my cock.
“Yeah, I bring that out in people. Make them all crazy-like. I make you crazy too, huh?”
“Yes, you do,” he says, his eyes sliding down to my lips, and I wet them.
“About that…how come you didn’t kiss me last night?” I ask, and Elliot glances away quickly.
“I don’t do that.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s too intimate.”
“Hm…one day, Eli, you’ll kiss me and you’ll want it. Trust,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. Because maybe this guy doesn’t want his mouth on mine. But I can be convincing.