Chapter 17

Dexter didn’t care what it was, as long as the hard kisses didn’t stop. “Yes?”

He smoothed his hand down Dexter’s spine, sliding under the water to cup his ass. Leo pulled at the flesh, his fingertip seeking out Dexter’s entrance. “I want to be inside of you.”

Dexter lifted his head. “I don’t know if…I don’t know if I can.”

“Why not?”

Leo sounded more concerned than demanding, but Dexter still felt uncomfortably shy. “Because it…it could hurt.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t…not on purpose. But still…that’s…” Dexter floundered, afraid that he could offer no explanation that would satisfy Leo. If Leo wanted to do it, Dexter couldn’t stop him. And there was always the reminder in the back of his head that he couldn’t legally, or morally, deny Leo anything. Not to mention physically and emotionally.

“Then I won’t do it.”

“But you want to.”

“I want you to feel good. That’s what I want. Can I try something?”