Chapter 40

“Don’t.” Jarrett guided his hand back to the belt, molding the fingers over it to force him to open it slowly. “I’m just as excited as you are. I’m being completely selfish when I say I’d like it to last long enough to be able to enjoy it.”

The leather slipped free, the slap raising the hair on the back of Eli’s neck. Without taking his eyes off Jarrett, Eli pulled it from the loops, one by one. He wanted to be so cool about this. In his fantasies, he lavished the kind of attention on Jarrett that made porn stars jealous, and he left Jarrett begging for more. He knew there would always be a part of him that craved Jarrett’s approval, but he’d wanted to be seen as an equal, a man worthy of being with someone as amazing as Jarrett.

And here he’d gone, already messing it up with his impetuosity.

Jarrett released his wrist, lifting his hand to trace over Eli’s mouth. “Relax,” he murmured. “You’ve always taken everything so seriously. This is supposed to be fun.”