Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KENAN

I was known for my rock-steady control. In the Navy, I was unrufflable. As the president's bodyman, I was incapable of being taken by surprise.

But right now? With Garner on his knees for me? I was struggling to keep from popping off in his face.

His hair was thick between my fingers, the blond waves as luxurious to touch as I'd imagined. When he looked back up at me before sliding my pants and underwear down, I could see the silent plea for permission.

I tilted my chin down.

The elastic band caught my erection and pulled it down before my cock sprang back up, brushing against his cheek. He made a gasping noise before leaning in to rub his face against it again.

The man was touch starved. Sex starved. Man starved. And I wanted to make sure he never went hungry again.

Tonight wasn't just about a one-off pressure release. Not if I had anything to say about it.

"Mmhm," I murmured. "That feel good?"

He tilted his face up, deliberately running the hard press of his chin up my shaft. "Tell me to stop."

I couldn't hold back a laugh. "Not happening. Never in a million years. Not for all the money in the world."

Garner's grin shot firecrackers straight up through my chest until my face burned with the heat. I was relieved to see him begin to relax and allow himself pleasure.

He turned back to my cock, nosing it lightly before reaching up to grasp around the root. "It's been so long, I've forgotten… teeth or no teeth?"

I grabbed the front of his button-down shirt and yanked him up suddenly, crashing my mouth on his to taste his teasing lips. He jumped and gasped in surprise before relaxing into my assault. I kissed him desperately, silently chastising myself for no longer taking it slow. My intention had been to ease him into it with a quick exchange of orgasms before working on him longer for more.

I wanted everything with Garner Ashley. I'd spent four long years imagining it, daydreaming about it, and trying to figure out how to make it happen.

The key, I'd realized, had been to take it slowly. The man was scared and self-isolating. It would take a while to sneak past his defenses.

But having him here, this close to me, was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

And the whimpering noise of surrender coming from his throat while I kissed the hell out of him was making it impossible for me to slow down.

He tasted like the sweet, creamy coffee I'd been serving him all evening. I couldn't get enough of it.

I slid my arms around him and held on tight. "I have wanted you for a very long time," I admitted between kisses.

"Kenan, fuck ," he said on a gasp as my lips and teeth moved down to his neck. "I can't… I…"

I pulled back suddenly and glared at him. "Are we really going to have this conversation again?"

Instead of the worry and fear I expected to see in his expression, it morphed into self-deprecating humor. "I was going to say I can't kiss you much longer like this without coming in my pants."

He was so goddamned beautiful. I brought my hands up to cradle his face. "What do you want? I'll do anything for you except stop touching you."

His eyes heated.

And then he slid once again to his knees.