If Cole noticed, he didn’t let on. And how exactly was I supposed to concentrate when I wasn’t just being touched—I was being touched by him? He was even hotter than he’d been in his photos. Hair flawlessly arranged. A white button-up with the first two left open. Black pants that clung just right. Because doing this for the first time with someone this mind-bendingly hot wasn’t intimidating or anything. No, not at all. Not in the slightest.

  Oh God.

  “Let’s talk limits,” he said softly. “Is there anything you don’t want to do? Tonight or at all?”

  I thought about it as much as I could think about anything with this gorgeous man sitting beside me with his hand on my leg. “Not… Not that I can think of, no.”

  “Okay.” His thumb drew an arc along the side of my thigh, lighting up nerve endings. I wished like hell I didn’t have pants on right then. I wanted to feel his hand on my skin, not through denim. Then again, I’d probably go off if he was—

  “Parker?”

  I blinked and met his gaze. “Hmm?” Oh, fuck. He’d said something while I’d been zeroed in on his hand, hadn’t he? “Sorry, what?”

  He smiled, both knowingly and with some gentle compassion. As if he knew exactly how distracted I was and why, and as if he got it. “I said, maybe we shouldn’t do everything tonight.”

  My heart dropped. “What?”

  “For the record, I’m not saying this to try to get more money out of you.” Cole’s brow pinched with what seemed like real concern. “But maybe we can do two nights for the price of one.”

  I shook my head. “No. I mean, two nights is great, but I want to pay you for them. The money is—it’s not an issue for me. I’ll pay you for your time. I just… I really want to…” Oh fuck, his hand…

  “I know you do, but I don’t want to overwhelm you.” Then he grinned. “A man can only come so many times in one night, and there are so many ways I can make you come.”

  A shudder ran through me, the movement rubbing my dick against my fly, and I couldn’t help the ragged, “Oh, Jesus,” that slipped past my lips. “Keep that up, and you’re going to make me come before I even get my pants off.”

  Instantly, I cringed.

  Oh God. Did I say that out loud? Really?

  From the way he grinned, yeah, I did say it out loud. But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he slid closer, curving his hand over my thigh until his fingertips were nearly under my leg.

  “Maybe,” he purred, “I should make you come. Then we can take it a little slower.”

  I couldn’t speak. Gulping, I held his gaze.

  “Do you want that, Parker?” His voice was soft and sultry, and it was hypnotic too. “You want me to get you off?”

  All I could do was nod. Because hell yeah, I wanted him to get me off. I didn’t know how he planned to do it—at this rate, he could just look at me like that for a minute or so and that would get the job done—but whatever. I wanted it.

  Cole’s hand lifted off my leg, taking my breath with it and leaving a cool spot behind. I watched, motionless and silent, as he shifted around so he was straddling me.

  Oh. Fuck.

  Just having his inner thighs against my legs was hot as hell. Having this view of him, from his mouthwatering grin all the way down to the outline of his erection in his snug pants, was…fuck.

  He braced a hand against the back of the couch and gazed down into my eyes as his other hand undid the top button of my jeans. “You say you’re a virgin in every way?”

  I could barely concentrate on his words as he drew down my zipper, taking the pressure off my hard-on and turning me on like holy shit. Still, I managed to nod. “Yeah. Every way.”

  “Does that include kissing?”

  My gaze went straight to his full lips, and the thought of them pressed against mine had me on that knife’s edge, ready to go off just from imagining what we could do. I couldn’t speak, especially not while he was also undoing my pants, so I nodded.

  He looked right in my eyes again. “Do you have any objection to someone like me kissing you?”

  I met his eyes. “Someone like… What do you mean?”

  He licked his lips, blanking my brain with that quick motion. “Some guys don’t like kissing escorts.”

  “I, uh…” I shook my head vigorously. “No. No objection.”

  His grin made my pulse surge, and so did the room’s cool air on my hard, exposed cock.

  Then Cole leaned down.

  Tilted his head slightly.

  And…

  Oh my God.

  His lips were even softer than they looked, and the way they moved against mine made my head spin. I’d always thought kissing looked hot. The real thing? Whoa. I cautiously wrapped an arm around his waist, and when he moaned against my lips, I held him a little tighter. That was almost as sexy as the kiss himself.

  He put a hand on the back of my neck, which made my spine tingle, so I curved my own hand behind his neck. My fingers traced goose bumps before I ran them through his cool hair. He moaned again, leaning into me and dragging his lower lip across mine. This was so—

  Warm fingers closed around my cock, and I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as my back arched off the couch. Cole’s lips curved against mine, pulling into that sexy grin, and then he teased my lips apart with his tongue, and in the same moment he deepened the kiss, he gave my cock a long, slow stroke, and—

  I came so hard I gasped, breaking the kiss with a harsh, “Fuck!”

  Cole immediately started kissing my neck, still stroking me as his lips skated across nerve endings that had never been kissed before and were hypersensitive from my orgasm.

  I slumped back against the couch. He raised his head and met my gaze with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips faintly swollen as he grinned down at me.

  “Whoa,” I murmured. “That was, uh… Unexpected.”

  He licked his lips. “But enjoyable?”

  “Uh-huh.” I sounded about as dazed as I felt. “First kiss and first handjob at the same time. That’s one for the record books.”

  Cole laughed, and oh, wow, he was so damn beautiful. I’d already figured out he was sexy, but that smile made me want to figure out every way imaginable to make him laugh just so I could see it again. I didn’t even care that he was here because I’d paid him to de-virginize me. He had a gorgeous laugh, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  He looked down between us, then at his hand. Glancing around, he said, “I don’t suppose you have—ah. There.” He leaned toward the end table to grab the tissues, and yes, I absolutely watched the way his snug shirt clung to his torso as he moved. Was there anything he did that wasn’t hot? I doubted it.

  He handed me some tissues, then started on his hand and wrist. Oh, damn. I’d been so blown away by everything, I hadn’t even caught on yet that there was cum everywhere. I kind of wanted to be self-conscious and embarrassed about it, but Cole was completely chill, wiping his palm and fingers like it was no big deal. Maybe that meant it wasn’t.

  I cleaned myself up too, and as I fixed my clothes, he carefully stood. I had a flash of disappointment, thinking he was ready to bow out, but then he said, “Maybe we should continue this someplace a little more comfortable. I mean, your couch is nice, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some more”—he winked—“room to move.”

  I gulped. “Uh. Yeah. Okay.” I got up on shaking legs. We tossed the tissues in the trash beside the couch, and then I led him into my bedroom.

  One look at my own familiar bed, and my nerves came crashing in all over again. I’d done all right so far. But what about once we got naked? What if I went off too soon the second time? What if—

  Cole’s hand appeared on the small of my back, and he kissed the side of my neck. “Relax. There’s no pressure.”

  “Easy for you to say,” I said with an I’m-about-to-freak-out laugh.

  “Parker.” He turned me around, and when our eyes met, his were as gentle as his tone. “You’re driving tonight. Everything we’re doing is for you, and it’s at whatever speed you can handle.” Cole caressed my cheek, the gesture unexpectedly tender and even more unexpectedly reassuring. “And I mean it—we don’t have to do everything tonight. The mind might be willing, but the body can only take so much.”

  I laughed with some actual feeling. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

  “It’s all good. So we’ll do as much as you’re comfortable with tonight, and I’m happy to come back another night to pick up wherever we leave off.” He paused, then added, “I’m serious about it being no charge, too.”

  I swallowed. No charge, my ass. If he came back, I was paying him. But damn, I appreciated the offer. Nodding slowly, I whispered, “Okay. I’m…” I laughed. “God, I didn’t think I’d be so nervous.”

  Cole’s smile made my knees weaker. “It’s not your fault people make such a big deal out of this. I was as nervous as you are when I finally slept with someone too.” The smile turned to a wicked grin. “And look at me now.”

  Oh, he had a point. He hadn’t had sex until he was twenty-one, and now he literally did it professionally. He was guiding me.

  Right then, I didn’t think I could have picked a better man for this.

  “Do you want to keep going tonight?” he asked softly.

  I nodded. “Yeah. I guess we’ll see how much I can handle. Physically, I mean.”

  “All right.” He looked down at us, then met my eyes through his lashes. “What do you want to do about clothes?”

  Clothes. Oh. Fuck. Um.

  Before I could respond, he snaked an arm around my waist and brushed a soft kiss across my lips. “Let’s keep everything the way it is right now. We can take anything off later, and we can always put things back on.”

  I indulged in a long down-up look. “I, uh… I don’t think I’m going to want you to put anything back on.”

  That smile was going to melt me right to the floor. “Do you want me to take something off?”

  Without hesitation, I nodded. Because goddamn, I was unsure about a lot of things, but there was no doubt in my mind about the part where I wanted to see this man naked.

  “Yeah,” I whispered.

  He studied me. Then he stepped back, and when his long fingers started on the buttons of his shirt, my heart sped up. I saw guys without their shirts on all the time. Hell, I’d seen more of my teammates than a lot of people probably realized. And they’d seen me. Why the fuck was I so—

  Oh. Right. Because having sex with a teammate had never been on the table. I never looked at my teammates, and I didn’t expect them to be looking at me. There was nothing sexual about it. No pressure to perform. No pressure to be hot.

  As Cole’s shirt separated, my breath left my lungs. The firm, sculpted muscles were visible beneath his undershirt, and I was hungry for the sight—the feel—of his bare skin. I wanted my hands on him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

  Which…I wouldn’t feel as long as I had my shirt on. As nerve-racking as this was, I had a surge of boldness and wanted to shake off as much of my inexperience as I could.

  Starting with the part where I’d never been naked with a man I wanted to touch.

  “Fuck it.” I pulled off my shirt. “Lose the clothes.”

  Cole met my gaze, his eyes gleaming as he shrugged off his shirt. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

  My heart was racing, and I stripped off my clothes like I was late for practice. I didn’t want to give myself a chance to hesitate or overthink this. I felt stupid enough for even being this hung up on getting naked with a man I was paying for sex oh God I was paying someone for sex…

  I tamped down those thoughts and put aside the last of my clothes. Then I pulled back the covers on the bed and lay on the mattress.

  And a second later…

  Oh dear Lord.

  Cole joined me, and my breath was gone. He was sexy as hell. He wasn’t built like a hockey player—not like the only other men I’d ever seen naked outside of porn—but he was sculpted, lean, and gorgeous.

  My mouth watered at the sight of his cock, which was fully hard…and about the same size as mine. That was a relief. I’d had visions of hiring someone with a giant cock that would hurt my jaw, my ass, and my ego, but Cole was slightly longer than me and I was slightly thicker than him.

  He slid in close to me, lying on his side with his head propped up, but he left a couple of inches between us. “This all right?”

  “Yeah.” I turned on my side and reached for him, but I hesitated, my hand hovering over his waist. “I, um…”

  Cole closed his fingers around my wrist and gently lowered my hand to his hip, and I sucked in a stuttering breath. The heat of his body against my palm gave me goose bumps.

  I laughed self-consciously. “I feel so stupid. Twenty-five, and I’ve never…”

  “Nothing to feel stupid about.” He let go of my hand and draped his arm over me. Then he ducked his head to meet my lips, and… oh… God.

  As frustrating as it had been to get this far without ever touching someone, I was suddenly grateful for the delay. Instead of fumbling around at sixteen with another clueless teenager, I had someone who was experienced, but also patient, understanding, and gentle. He’d reassured me more than once that there was no pressure tonight, and as we pulled each other close and kissed naked in my bed, I finally believed him. There was no pressure. This was at my speed. I was still nervous as hell because I didn’t know what I was doing, but I could breathe a little better now.

  I combed my fingers through Cole’s hair because I’d always wanted to do that, and the way he hummed into my kiss and pressed against me was beyond sexy. His hips rocked, and I shivered as his hard dick rubbed my thigh.

  As I ran my hands all over him, I was surprised by how soft his skin was. I was surprised by how soft he was, besides the obvious exception. His lips as they moved against mine. The way his muscles were firm, but still soft in their own way. I had no idea what I’d expected, but I liked it a lot, and damn, was this what I’d been missing, not having someone to cuddle up against at night? That would be something else I’d have to try down the line—find out what it was like to have a man pressed up against me when we weren’t fooling around.

  One new experience at a time, though.

  Experimentally, I slid a hand between us, and we both moaned as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. He rocked his hips some more, fucking into my hand, and I marveled at how hot it was to feel another man’s erection. Making out with him, feeling and tasting every response as I stroked him, wasn’t something I’d ever fantasized about, but I definitely would in the future, because wow.

  I wanted to do everything with him. Top. Bottom. Blow him. Have him blow me. Ooh, sixty-nine so we could do both at the same time. I wanted… I wanted everything.

  He was right, though. There was no way we could do it all tonight. To my surprise, I didn’t just like that idea—I was excited about it. Another night with this man? Two nights with my hands learning how to navigate his hot body and my mouth learning how to kiss his perfect lips? Fuck. Yes.

  Cole broke away and looked in my eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

  I swallowed, struggling to concentrate as I kept stroking him. “I don’t even know. Just…everything.”

  He grinned, kissing me lightly. “How about this—tonight, I’ll make sure you get off again.”

  “Do I get to get you off?” I gave his cock a tighter stroke, my toes curling when Cole closed his eyes and bit his lip as he shivered.

  His back arched, and he sounded a little breathless as he whispered, “Oh, hell yeah, you can.” His eyelids fluttered, and he met my gaze. “But I’m definitely going to get you off again. And then between tonight and when I see you again, I want you think of what you want me to do next time.”

  It was my turn for a lip-biting shiver. “Yeah?”

  “Uh-huh.” He rocked into my grip. “If you want me to top you. You want to top me. I can put my cock down your throat.”

  I groaned. “Fuck, that all sounds good.”

  “Yeah?” Cole kissed me again, trailing his fingers down my abs. “Anything you want.”

  I nodded, mostly because he was teasing my dick now, and I’d forgotten how to speak. I was quickly getting hard again, and the more he teased me, the faster I pumped him. If I had jerked off alone tonight, I’d have been asleep by now, but being in bed with this ridiculously hot guy had me wide awake and ready for more.

  “How do you want me to come?” he panted against my lips. “Because you’re getting me there.”

  “Just like this,” I murmured, staring at him in wide-eyed wonder. “Just… Yeah, just like this.”

  He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and the ragged sigh almost had me shooting already. I couldn’t believe I was doing this to him. I couldn’t believe I was making his muscles quiver and the cords stand out on his throat like that. He probably played up some of it to please a client, but a man couldn’t fake that flush in his face and neck. He couldn’t fake the pre-cum slicking up my strokes.

  “I want you to come,” I whispered. “You’re so… God, you’re so fucking…”

  Cole bit his lip again, his brow furrowing, and he thrust into my fist as he stroked my now fully erect dick.

  I could barely handle how hot this was. We hadn’t gone beyond a couple of naked handjobs, and it was already way hotter than I’d imagined things like sixty-nining or fucking would be, and that made me want to us to sixty-nine and fuck, even if I wasn’t entirely sure I’d survive it.

  “Just like that,” he murmured. “That’s good, baby. Just like that.”

  The praise was as exhilarating as the arousal. I hadn’t even been kissed before tonight, and now I had a man this amazing, this close to the edge. Holy fuck.

  He moved his hand to my waist, but I didn’t mind. He probably couldn’t focus on pumping me while he was getting close, and that turned me on more than anything. Driving him wild enough that he couldn’t concentrate on jerking me off—holy fuck was right.