He was killing me. I didn’t know why a part of me struggled against what I wanted. Maybe it was the same thing as always. Society’s rules.

Say it.

“I’m a greedy boy for your cock.” I did my best to shove aside the awkwardness that welled up within me.

“Mm. Next time I make you say that, I promise it’ll be easier.” He slowed me down with a firm grip to my hips. “Lie down on your back so I can take care of you.”

So I can take care of you.

Those words reverberated through me, pushing further at my mentality, as I eased off his cock and got comfortable on my back. Knees pulled up a bit, feet planted firmly on the mattress.

He moved between my legs and slid his hands over my knees, parting them farther. “So damn beautiful. I wish Camden were here with his camera. I want to save this very image of you. Open and waiting for me, rock hard and all man.”

Fuck, I was gonna grow addicted to him if he kept saying shit like that.

He didn’t give me much time to answer before he was looming over me, gathering my hands over my head, pushing his cock back inside me, and capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss, but I had to say something.

I groaned at the feel of him taking me, burying himself to the hilt. “I’ve followed your videos for almost a year without learning a goddamn thing. There’s a reason for that.”

He hummed appreciatively against my lips and began fucking me in deep, hard thrusts. “Did you think inappropriate thoughts about me while I was trying to teach you to cook, Anthony?”

I couldn’t contain the slow, half-sheepish grin that took over, because of-fucking-course I’d thought inappropriate thoughts about him. I could write a book solely about his hands. And the charisma he exuded with each smile, not to mention how expressive and warm his eyes were. Hazel mixed with experience and assertiveness. Hell, I was getting lost in those peepers right fucking now.

“Can you blame me?” I closed the distance and kissed him. “Every move you make is pornographic, and you’re lethally handsome.”

He released one of my hands to cup my cheek, and he kissed me with so much hunger that I stopped breathing.

Neither of us had anything else to say. We became all hands, mouths, and the rest of our bodies. We spurred each other on and made out like teenagers. He made me feel shit I hadn’t felt since I actually was a teenager. The desire I had for this man that spread through me like wildfire was mind-numbing.