Haven 1: Caution: Contents Under Pressure by Gabrielle Evans Page B

monster cock when a deep groan rumbled up from Stavion’s chest. Jory froze, unable to move as fear paralyzed him. His fingers stilled in their exploration, his spine stiffened, and his muscles locked down. Would Stavion be pissed? Would he send him away now?
    Stavion moved his head, nuzzling his cheek over the top of Jory’s head. “Feels good, baby.”
    Jory leaned back, but couldn’t force his eyes up, so he stared at Stavion’s chest as he spoke. “You’re not mad?” Long fingers slid under his chin and tilted his head up with gentle pressure. He was surprised to find Stavion smiling. “I woke up to a gorgeous man in my arms. Why would I be angry?”
    “You think I look okay?” Jory blurted as his eyes rounded. He knew he was as naked as the day he was born, but maybe Stavion hadn’t been able to really see his body in the dim light.
    Stavion bent very slowly and brushed his lips over Jory’s. The simple contact had his cock throbbing and a needy whimper escaping his parted lips. “Wow,” he breathed when Stavion pulled away. He’d had his body used in a number of ways, but no one had ever kissed him before. He liked it. He liked it a lot, and hoped he’d be getting a lot more of those soft kisses.
    Chuckling under his breath, Stavion pressed their lips together again, a little more insistently this time, and Jory’s body ignited and his skin burned. “You are much more than okay,” Stavion whispered against Jory’s lips. “You are so beautiful that you take my breath away.”
    No one had said anything so sweet to him. He’d been told he was “hot.” Some had commented on his firm ass. No one had ever told him he was beautiful, though. “It’s okay for guys to be beautiful, right?”
    Stavion’s lips whispered over his cheeks, his eyes, and up to brush over his forehead. “Yes, baby. It’s definitely okay.”
    Jory melted even as his heart kick-started and tripped into overdrive. Why had he been so afraid? Stavion was the kindest, most perfect man he’d ever met. His insides felt all gooey when Stavion called him “baby.” The large hand that rested on his hip made him feel safe. It also made his skin burn and his cock throb. He didn’t think Stavion would ever hurt him, but then again, he hadn’t screwed up yet.
    Extracting his hand from Stavion’s boxers, he moved it to rest over his mate’s heart. It was beating so fast and so hard Jory could feel it against his palm. He didn’t know what it meant, and it scared him. “It’s beating so fast,” he whispered, hoping he wasn’t doing something wrong.
    Stavion placed his hand over Jory’s and pressed his more firmly against his chest. “This,” he murmured. Then he wrapped his fingers around Jory’s hand and guided back down to his swollen cock, pressing Jory’s palm against it through the thin cotton. “This,” he said again. Then he removed Jory’s hand, turned it slowly, and pressed it against Jory’s heart. “Is because of this. You can’t begin to imagine how much I want you. I don’t want to push, though. I’ll give you as much time as you need.”
    Jory swallowed loudly as tears blurred his vision. Stavion wanted him, but he wasn’t forcing himself on him. He was willing to wait, to give Jory the time he needed to be comfortable. Hell, he wasn’t even asking for anything in return.

    “Please say something.” Stavion sounded just as worried as Jory felt. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Jory. I would never—ever—hurt you, not even by accident. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and happy.”
    Well, that did it. The tears he’d been fighting overflowed, spilling over his cheeks and running down the sides of his face. He sniffled and hiccupped as he pressed his lips together to keep from sobbing.
    He reached his hand up but paused before he made contact with Stavion’s face.
    He reached a little farther and stilled again. It took him several tries, and by the time his palm