“Bennett?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you sorry you kissed me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
I snapped my head up, glaring at him. “Because it’s not something I should have done.”
His face was slack, but he stared at me intently. “Why?”
“I don’t know, Adam,” I snapped, feeling my anger return. “Maybe because you’re straight? Maybe because, despite it being everything I’ve wanted to do for so goddamn long, I knew it wasn’t something I should do? Maybe I did it after being so pissed off that I was willing to hit you.”
“I deserved it,” he said.
That made me smile a little. “You kinda did.”
He cocked his head. “Would you do it again?”
Snapping back to reality, I stared at him in shock. “Hit you?”
“Kiss me.”
I continued staring at him, no longer hiding my surprise. “What?”
To my growing surprise, he pushed out of the chair and moved closer to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Kind of a simple question.”
“Not really,” I retorted without thinking because…it really wasn’t.
To kiss him again? God, yes, and fuck, no.
Bad. Good. Right. Wrong.
And here he was, staring at me intently, almost interested.
“Adam?” I asked softly, trying to reassert my grasp on reality.
“It wasn’t…bad,” he said softly, tearing his eyes away from me. “The kiss.”
“What the fuck?” I asked in the most helpful way possible.
“Do it again?” he asked in the smallest voice I’d ever heard from him.
What could I do with that?
I kissed him, of course.
Reaching up, I slid my fingers over his cheek, feeling the prickle of his facial hair before coming to rest at his jaw. Curling my fingers, I hooked them into his jaw and pulled him closer. To my surprise, he pulled closer as I sat up, inevitably drawn toward him.
“You’re straight,” I offered.
Adam gave no retort as he drew closer to me, and I felt my pathetic resistance weaken. I kissed him then, drawing our lips together and feeling him turn into it. The tension from the first kiss was gone as our lips met. I could feel his confusion, how lost he was in this new experience and guided him by parting our lips.
Our mouths crushed against each other as he leaned against me, his teeth clicking against mine. Almost immediately, we righted ourselves, and he caught the side of my face to hold me steady.
“Mmph,” he grunted, his fingers curling against the back of my head as I felt the kiss deepen naturally.
I felt him fall against me, and I let myself tilt backward, my back hitting the soft bed. Adam followed me effortlessly, his mouth latched to mine before our lips parted further, his tongue sliding over mine. His hesitant yet bold exploration sent a spark of anticipation through me, and I clutched him tighter.
All the walls I had built inside myself over the years began to fall away, and I pulled him closer. My hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles I had watched many times in the past, feeling the sudden spike of desire from him I had always wanted.
“Adam,” I breathed.
Again he said nothing, moving so he hovered over me as he kissed me hard again. For the first time in my life, I could feel his hunger and desire, and it was for me. I felt his body press against mine, and my mind flew into overdrive.
He was hard.
He was hard.
“Fuck,” I grunted, unable to stop myself reaching between our bodies to cup him.
He was big. Not monstrous or inhuman, but big enough that I doubted there was a partner in his past who hadn’t known precisely when he entered them. The thought shot through me with electric anticipation, and I soaked up the groan he gave as I gripped his hardening shaft.
“Bennett,” he whispered in my ear, and I thought I might come right there.
“I’ve got you,” I promised, not even sure what I was promising.
He rutted against my hand as he shoved his face into my neck. For a moment I thought he would lay there and then gasped as I felt the press of his lips and then the bite of his teeth.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned, quickly trying to remember my skills to undo the snap of his jeans and his zipper. Then I felt the brush of rough hair, and I realized. “Are you not wearing underwear?”
“No.”
I didn’t have the breath to swear as I lost all hesitation, pushing my hands into his pants. There was no holding back the loud moan as I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft. To my absolute delight, I found him not only painfully hard but with a distinct wetness at the tip.
“You want me,” I breathed, unbelieving.
“This. I want this.”
I had never heard him so delirious, so absolutely and completely aroused by something. And it was for me, because of me.
“Bennett, please,” he groaned in my ear, and I almost lost my mind right then and there.
“I’ve got you,” I promised again, pushing so he was forced to roll on his back.

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