Page 68 of Not Looking
Then it was over.
I remembered to breathe as my eyes cracked open.
Craig’s gaze was searching—asking with his eyes if he’d overstepped.
It wasn’t enough.
The dam broke—and I was engulfed in a tsunami of every unfulfilled heat; thousands of lonely nights. Every hug I’d wanted but never received; the mornings that I ached from the loss of dreams that hadn’t been real.
A desperate whine bubbled up from my throat. “More…”
A moment of hesitation. He studied me.
“Please…” I breathed.
Craig plunged his fingers into my hair, bracing me as our lips crashed together.
I moaned as I let him inside and our tongues tangled. My hands trailed up his front and I fisted his shirt to keep him there.
His free arm snaked around my waist, and I shivered at the way he held me.
I was almost lightheaded before I was willing to break the kiss, and I only stopped long enough to suck in a lungful of air filled with aroused alpha scent before I closed the distance again.
Craig seemed to run out of air before I did, as he broke the kiss to move onto my cheeks. His lips traced along the line of my beard, almost to my ear, then down to my neck.
“Randy,” he growled as he peppered kisses along my neck.
My cock hardened and strained against my jeans, and since the dam had burst, there was no holding back. I’d had a taste of everything I’d missed, and like a parched man at an oasis, a sip simply wasn’t enough.
“Alpha…” I whimpered, shifting to press my bulge against him.
He pulled back to look at me, his gaze intense. “Are you sure?” he rumbled.
“Need it,” I whispered.
He shifted, his left hand tangling in my hair as his right traced down my front. He cupped me over my clothes, and I shuddered at how good that simple touch felt.
“Good?” he murmured, breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“May I?” he asked, fingers teasing along my waistband at the fly.
I nodded.
His kiss was gentle as he popped the button and drew down the fly. His fingers ran along either side of my cock above my boxers, making me moan.
He continued to massage my bulge until I was trembling against him, then his fingers traced the elastic waistband before he slid his hand inside and wrapped it around my erection.
My breathing quickened; a moan sounded like panting as nerves ignited under Craig’s touch. My hips bucked as he started stroking.
I slid my uninjured arm up and hooked it around the back of his neck, and my eyes fluttered shut as my ability to process anything other than the sensations coursing through me failed.
Craig’s forehead against mine, the heat from his soft growls fanned across my face.
It was so good, but something was wrong.
“W-wait…” I panted.
