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Like he understood, he smiled. "Whew," he exhaled with a laugh. "That… um… I thought for a minute I'd read the wrong signs. I thought at first when you didn't kiss me back…"

I chuckled, a little embarrassed at my reaction to him. "It's not very often I'm rendered catatonic by a kiss."

He laughed. "You certainly weren't catatonic the second time."

I blushed again. Jesus, what was it about this guy?

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He touched the side of my face with the pad of his thumb. "So the city's toughest cop isn't that tough after all,"

he said quietly. "In fact, he's quite shy." He leaned in and pressed his lips to my already heated cheek. "This blush gives you away."

I didn't answer. Well, I couldn't answer. The words wouldn't come.

"Normally, I'd um…" He shrugged. "Well, normally I'd just ask you if you wanted to fuck." My eyes widened at his blatant words, and he smiled. "But I don't want to."

Oh
.

I felt the stab of disappointment twist in my gut.

"Oh, no," he said, alarmed. He wrapped his hand around my jaw and pulled my face toward his. "What I meant is that yes, I want that. I
really
want that." He pecked my lips with his. "But I want to get to know you, too."

Ohhhh
.

I huffed out a breath, relieved. I nodded. "Me too."

He grinned, and kissed me soundly. Sweetly. When he pulled away, he took a step back, putting some distance between us. He chuckled and shook his head—he seemed as surprised by the attraction between us as I was.

"I have classes in the morning," he said. "But I'm free for lunch."

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He wanted to see me tomorrow. I smiled, but then I remembered… "I, uh, I can't risk being seen out with a guy.

I'm sorry."

"That's okay," he said genuinely. "You can bring lunch here. I'll be home by noon."

I couldn't help but smile. "Deal."

"Look, Matt," he said my name so softly. "I know you're worried about the guys finding out. But I promise you this," he looked at me so intently. "They won't hear it from me."

I didn't know what it was about him, but his eyes—I could see only honesty in them. I nodded, and before I was plagued by thoughts of it-won't-be-long-before-he's-sick-of-hiding, he asked me to give him my phone.

He laughed at my expression and rolled his eyes.

"Are all cops so suspicious?"

Well, yes. Mostly. But I handed him my cell phone regardless. He worked his thumb over the screen and showed me. He'd put in his number under the name Kira.

"Now I know you've got my number," he said. He pressed the call button, and the phone on the counter, his cell phone, rang. He grinned. "And now I've got yours."

"If anyone reads the name Kira," he went on to say,

"they'll just think it's one more female admirer."

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"Thank you, Kira," I said, and he smiled when I called him by his given name. Though I'm not exactly sure what I was thanking him for—dinner, for taking a chance on me, for being so understanding. Or all three. "You're being very… gracious."

He shook his head. "Like I said before, we're keeping the same secret."

I stared at him. I could see the rise and fall of his chest, but I was lost in his eyes. I touched the side of his face, and his lips curled upward.

The words were out before I could stop them. "You have such a beautiful smile." I kissed his smiling lips, just a quick peck, and then another.

"I should go," I told him. "If I don't go now, you'll be cooking me breakfast."

He chuckled, and his hand rested on my hip. "I wouldn't mind at all."

He smiled when I groaned. "Don't tempt me."

He laughed quietly, but his smile died and his eyes intensified. He murmured, "What is it about you?"

Then it was my turn to chuckle. "I was just thinking the same thing."

And somehow, with the self-control and willpower I didn't know I had, I kissed him once more and left.

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Chapter 5

At five minutes to noon, I was standing out in front of his door. I'd collected an array of food from the deli, and not knowing what he liked and what he didn't, I'd just grabbed a bit of everything.

I'd also done nothing but think about this guy all night, all morning.

The thought of seeing him again made my dick

twitch, even though I'd already jerked off twice that morning.

I knocked again, and there was no answer.

Shit.

I checked my phone. There were no messages from him. I briefly considered calling him, but thought that might make me look desperate. Maybe a text would suffice? Just when I was reaching for my phone, he came running around the corner.

"Oh, hey!" he said with a surprised smile.

Fuck me.

Still wearing his gym gear, he was still sweaty and looking a little flushed. God, my cock throbbed.

I gaped at him before I could think to speak. "Hey."

"Chris wanted me to do an extra class," he explained. "Sorry I'm late."

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I looked him over, blatantly appreciating his body.

"I don't mind."

He grinned at me as he opened the door to his

apartment. "I normally shower at work, but I didn't want you to think I'd stood you up," he said, holding the door open for me to walk inside. "I'll just grab a quick shower now, if you want to set up lunch." He looked to the deli bags in my hands. "Help yourself to anything you need in the kitchen."

He left me standing alone, and a little out of place, in his living room. I walked into the kitchen, and then he was suddenly behind me. I turned to face him and he quickly pecked my lips with his. "I forgot to say hello," he said with a smile. "I won't be long."

He left me alone for the second time, but this time I smiled. I found some plates and heard the water start in the bathroom. I tried really,
really
hard not to think of him being wet and naked just a few yards from me. How the water would run down his body, how his muscles, his skin would look wet…

Shaking my head to clear it, I concentrated on what I was doing instead. And by the time I had lunch all spread out on the table with plates and cutlery, I thought I had my body's reaction to him under control.

That was until he walked out.

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Fuck.

A freshly showered Kira was just as hot as a

sweaty, flushed Kira. He was wearing a simple, plain white polo and khakis. Nothing extraordinary, but very remarkable indeed.

"Jeez," he said, looking at the table. "How many people did you buy lunch for?"

But I was stuck staring at him. Fuck me, he was beautiful.

He looked at me expectantly. "Um," I started, trying to remember his question. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I bought a little of everything."

He grinned at me. "You okay? You look a little flustered."

I blushed, giving myself away, and chuckled at my own embarrassment.

Kira picked up an olive and popped it into his mouth. He smiled as he chewed. "Mmm, these are good.

I'm starving."

He sat himself at the dining table and started talking about the deli food, his local grocer, and favorite recipes.

And just like that, he put me at ease. But his eyes danced as he talked and a smile played at his lips, as though he knew how I struggled to be coherent around him. I think I amused him.

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I tried not to notice how his smile lit his whole face, or the way his shirt teased his collarbones, or how the white of his shirt contrasted beautifully with the color of his skin.

I tried really hard not to notice how well defined his arms were, how strong his hands were.

Despite my slow start at conversation, we talked well into the afternoon about anything and everything. It was so easy, and I had no doubt this could go somewhere. I could see myself spending a lot of time with him.

He told me about his mom and dad, how there was never a dull moment with them, and I told him about my mother, something only a handful of other people knew.

How she died when I was seventeen, how that left me in state care for the three weeks until I turned eighteen, how the cops who came to tell me Mom had died in an accident were the ones to check on me every day, and how it was the support of the police who helped me, that made me enroll to be a cop the day of my eighteenth birthday.

I told him how I inherited the house we'd lived in, how I had no other living relatives. It was only ever me and my mom and I'd never known my dad. I explained the house was kinda big, but after my mom died, it never really felt like home. "I just live there," I told him with a shrug.

"But it's not really a home."

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He listened like I held the secrets to the world; he hung on every word. I felt a bit foolish for spilling my secrets to a man I hardly knew, but there was just something about him.

Eventually, he started to pack up what was left of lunch, and as he carried it into the kitchen, I followed him.

But after all the talking we'd done, when he turned to find me just inches away, all conversation stopped.

We were so close I wondered if he could hear my heart thumping in my chest.

When he smiled, I was sure he could.

He licked his lips, his perfect lips, and I stared at them. I could hardly see the mark where I hit him yesterday. "Your lip's better," I said.

He smiled and said, "No one punched me in the mouth today."

But he was staring at me with those so-brown eyes, and when he licked his lips again, I knew he was about to kiss me.

"If you kiss me," I said quietly, "I won't be going home any time soon."

"Good," he murmured, before he held my face and pressed his mouth to mine. Sweet Jesus, how he kissed me…

His hands, his lips, his tongue…

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When I slid my arms around him and pulled us

together, I could feel his desire, his want, his need hard against my hip.

He groaned and kissed me harder.

I melted into him, his body, his warmth, his

strength.

That kiss was all I'd thought about.

He
was all I'd thought about.

I wanted him. I wanted him to have me.

Sliding my hands over the muscles of his back, I slid my fingers into his hair, and I pulled his mouth from mine.

"Bedroom," was all I could say.

He rested his forehead against mine. His chest was heaving, his lips were swollen. "Matt," he said, barely a breath. "If I take you into my room, I will taste you."

My breath hitched, and my belly tightened. He

cradled my face and brushed his lips against mine. "I will have you."

"Please." God, it sounded like I was begging.

Maybe I was.

"Oh, God. Please."

He grabbed my hand, led me out of the kitchen and took me to his bedroom. And my nervousness around him was gone. I was so sure about this.

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This time when he kissed me, it was different.

Slower, harder, deeper.

He took his time undressing me, as though he was savoring every inch of skin he uncovered, kissing and licking as he explored. When I was lying down on his bed, completely at his mercy, his lips were trailing from my chest, down, down, until I was gripping the sheets at my side.

I couldn't not watch him. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. When his perfect lips opened to take my cock into his mouth, I was lost to the sensation. His warm, wet mouth was all-encompassing, sucking as his tongue swirled and lapped. His fingers were slick and delicious, pressing and probing.

I groaned shamelessly, writhing under his touch.

His fingers were inside me. One, two, moving and pumping as his mouth worked up and down my cock.

Sucking and sliding, his mouth set my blood on fire and I was warmed right through.

Then he sucked hard and pumped me, once, twice.

And I was lost. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I fisted his hair, trying to warn him, but it only made him look up at me. His dark eyes, and his perfect lips around my cock did me in.

Then he moaned.

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I came so fucking hard.

The world disappeared, all sight, all sound. The only thing there was, was his mouth… and tongue, and his moans as he drank what I gave him.

Then he was gone. I tried to open my eyes and lift my hand, but it was too heavy. I heard him chuckle, heard the tear of foil and then, like I weighed nothing, he flipped my boneless body over.

I was face down on his bed. He was between my

thighs, his hands were at my sides and he leaned over my back. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, so I lifted my hips for him. And he pressed into me.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

He pushed and pushed until he was all the way

inside me. Only then did he seem to breathe. Falling forward, so he was lying on top of me, he ground his hips into my ass; his long, hot cock was so far inside me.

Panting, he ran his hands up my sides, hooking his fingers under my shoulders, and then he started to thrust into me. It was everything I imagined it would be.

"So good," he mumbled into the back of my neck.

"Oh, fuck. Matt…" he moaned into my shoulder as he pushed harder, faster. Then he kissed behind my ear and