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smile, a knowing smile. "But you're warring with yourself, aren't you, because I’m a guy?"
    All I could do was nod.
    He took the bottle from my hand and sat it on the counter. "Close your eyes, Nathan."
    He saw my eyes widen, so he added, "Do you trust me?"
    And I couldn’t explain why, but I did. I did trust him. I nodded.
    "Then close your eyes," he repeated. His voice was just a whisper, and he was so fucking close. I felt the heat from his body against mine, and my eyes slowly closed.
    "Breathe, Nathan," he said, and I did, like I'd somehow forgotten to before.
    His hand that was pressed to my chest moved slowly up to my neck, and his fingers grazed my skin. "Does that feel wrong?" he whispered.
    My whole body felt alive, and I shivered. I shook my head no.
    Then his fingers moved to my jaw. He traced my cheek with his thumb, and he whispered again, "Does that feel wrong?"
    My skin burned, and my cock throbbed. I couldn’t speak, so I shook my head again.
    "How does it feel, Nathan?"
    My voice was a whimper and a groan. "Good. Very good."
    "Is it wrong that I make you feel good?" he whispered in my ear.
    "No."
    "Has a woman ever made you feel this good?" he whispered against my skin.
    My chest tightened, and my voice croaked. "No."
    "Breathe," he whispered again, and I felt the heat of his breath on my skin.
    Then both his hands cupped my face, and I felt the warmth of his skin on mine.
    "Look at me," his voice was just a breath.
    I opened my eyes, and he was so close, barely an inch away. His eyes were dark and determined and his pink lips were parted right in front of me.
    "Can I kiss you?" he asked.
    I nodded, and he sighed softly. His eyes fluttered closed before he pressed his lips to mine. My heart hammered, and my insides combusted as he moved his lips just a fraction, keeping them against mine, and he kissed me.
    I thought my knees might have buckled, but they didn’t, and I kissed him back. My lips opened, and I tasted him, and I needed... I needed to taste more of him. His hands still held my face, but I pushed my mouth onto his. I was urgent, and my sudden desire shocked him. I felt it in the way his lips froze.
    I groaned in frustration, in want and need. This sparked something in him because he quickly matched my desire. His hands left my face and curled around my back, and he pulled me against him at the same time his tongue touched mine, making my entire body convulse.
    Fuck, my cock ached and throbbed. I was about to explode in my jeans. I’d never known such pleasure, such ecstasy. I was torn between wanting more and embarrassing myself by coming in my pants.
    He was devouring my mouth with his tongue, his hands were digging into my skin and it felt so fucking good. I knew one more hard push against him, and I would surely come. I pulled away from him. "Stop."
    His lips were swollen, and his eyes were pained. "Why?" he asked, out of breath.
    I closed my eyes, and with ragged breathing, I admitted, "You're gonna make me come."
    He groaned. "Please. I want to watch," he murmured, and his hand palmed my bursting cock through my jeans, making me cry out.
    He pushed and squeezed as best he could through the thick denim, and I was gone. He somehow pushed himself against me, between my legs, squeezing and pumping me with his hand until I pulsed and shot my load into the fabric between us.
    My senses were obliterated. My body felt boneless. Trent thrust himself against me. I felt his denim clad length against my hip as he sought friction, so I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me. I opened my eyes in time to see his jaw clench. His eyes rolled back and his whole frame jerked against me, as he groaned through his orgasm. I wrapped my arms around him as he slumped against me, still trembling. He made the sweetest whimpering sound.
    I leaned against the kitchen counter, and Trent was still in my arms, leaning heavily against me. The room was spinning, and I wasn’t sure I believed what I’d just done.