Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air #4)(18)

I raised my hand to stroke his lower lip.  "You're very good at that.  How often do you find yourself sucking off strangers in airplane bathrooms?"

All of the joy died from his eyes, and I was instantly sorry.  Most slutty g*y men weren't sensitive about being slutty, but I'd clearly put my foot in my mouth.  "That came out wrong."

"I don't know what you've heard about me, but I haven't slept around in a very long time.  I just . . . liked you."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be insulting."

"Will you workout with me in the morning?"

"Okay," I agreed, since he clearly wasn't going to let it go.

"I want you to f**k me," he said, pulling back to stare at my cock, which was starting to swell again in his stroking hand.

I swallowed hard.  "God, you're forward."

"Not always.  Not usually.  Touch me.  Please."

I reached down, gripping him, stroking him through his pants.  It was the first contact I'd had with that part of him.  I loved the feel of him in my hands, hard and straining.  He was more elegantly made than I was, though still a good size.

"Come to my room and f**k me tonight.  I don't even care if you get me off.  I just want you to take me."

"This is moving too fast," I told him.  "We haven't even been on a date yet."

He blinked up at me, slow, hypnotizing blinks.  "You want to date me?"

I didn't think I actually did.  I still didn't know anything about him.  We hadn't even had any real conversation yet.  But his tone had been so hopeful, so unabashedly delighted, and flattered, that I found myself saying, "Isn't that the way this usually works?"

He hugged me.  "Not for me.  Not with guys like you."

Maybe I did want to, I found myself thinking.

He was much sweeter than he let on.  Sweet could soften my heart like nothing else.

"How about tomorrow night?" I said slowly, working it out in my head.  "I'll take you to dinner, maybe a movie?"

He squeezed me tighter.  "I'd love that.  Just the two of us?"

I laughed.  "It is a date.  Do you usually go on dates with more than two people?"

He pulled back to look at me, kissing my chin, and then my mouth, just pecks.  "Will Bianca be okay with it?"

"She never minds staying in to read, and I'll bring her some takeout."

"So she is just a friend . . . right?"

"More than that.  She's my family.  My whole world."

"But not your lover?"

"No, not that."

"Good," he said, then pushed up to kiss me.

I gripped his hair and kissed him back.  I was fully hard again when I tore my mouth away.  I was still hanging out of my pants, and I glanced down as I started to grind against his own constrained bulge.

With a moan, he pulled my mouth back to his.  He was the sweetest kisser, his lips soft but hesitant, not for lack of finesse, but almost a timid restraint, as though to communicate with the give of his mouth how he wanted me to proceed.  How he wanted me to take over.  That was more than fine with me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DON'T GET HURT

Bianca was ecstatic when I told her I had a date.

She was less thrilled when I told her whom it was with, but still supportive.

Bianca was not a romantic, but she knew that I was, and so worried about my love life.

I worried about hers more.  I knew that all of the trauma she'd suffered as a kid had left parts of her cold.   Untouchable.

She didn't go out with guys.  They asked, but I'd never seen her so much as consider it.  The only person she let in was me.  And who could blame her, after all she'd been through?

It made me sad, but I didn't know what I could do to change it.

"So he asked you out on the flight . . . or vice versa?  This all came out of nowhere."  Her tone was curious more than anything else.

I flushed.  "I guess he hit on me first, but I'm the one that asked him out."

"Oh.  Well, you must have hit it off.  You don't usually work so fast."

The flush turned into an outright blush.  She'd as good as asked, and I couldn't keep anything from her for long, even things that embarrassed me.  "We hooked up in the first class bathroom."

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open.  It was hard to shock her like this, and it made me smile a little to see her usually composed face react like that.

"Wow.   Just wow.  How did that happen?"

I bit my lip and tried to give it to her straight.  "I hardly know him, but I'm really attracted to him.  He made a pass at me, and I just . . . couldn't, or didn't want to, tell him no.  Now we're going out because I guess I just want to see if it's more than chemistry."

She nodded, face serious and studying mine now.  "Okay.  Well, good luck.  Don't get hurt."

I kissed her forehead on my way out.  "I'll try my best.  I'll bring you back takeout."

"You don't have to do that.  I can find my own food."