“How do you know about Nick?” I ask.
He flashes a knowing smile.
“I did it for him,” I say.
“So much kindness on your part. So you faked it, then?”
“He doesn’t know.”
He looks down, his hands sliding slowly over my chest before cupping my breasts.
Goosebumps dot my skin, my nipples puckering.
“I turn you on...” he says, cutting his eyes at me. “Even without the hard stuff...” he says.
“Yes, you do.”
“You were turned on when you saw me with that man in the back alley.”
I nod.
“Yes, I was.”
“You liked it?” he murmurs, his lips gently brushing mine.
Heat builds in my chest, and wetness trickles into my panties.
“You’re turned on now...”
“Yes...” I say in a quivering voice.
He kneads my breasts and slowly flicks my nipples with his thumbs.
I push my chest against his touch, sliding my hands to his hips. He presses his body against mine, and I let out a quiet sigh.
“You like this?” he murmurs.
I nod, my fingers slipping under his T-shirt, brushing his abs. He reaches back with one hand, pulls the T-shirt off his torso, and drops it to the floor.
“I want to feel you, too,” he says as he pushes his chest against my breasts, igniting a fire inside me.
“Why don’t you like to kiss?” I ask.
A smile arches his lips.
“It’s the only thing that’s still mine.”
“Is there anyone special that you like to kiss?”
He clicks his tongue.
“No. I haven’t been romantically involved with someone in a long time. ”
“I haven’t been either. That was not what I was looking for.”
“What was it then?”
I think about it.