Then again, we’ve always been better at combusting first and reasoning with ourselves later.
I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his throat, just under his Adam’s apple. His whole body seems to shrink then expand with his exhale, tattoos and muscles rippling across his body.
“You need sleep,” he says to the ceiling, voice strained.
I rub my nose back and forth over his jaw. “I need you,” I utter thickly.
He gives a stilted nod. “Have me.”
And with that, I lurch up with all the strength I’ve been conserving these last torturous twenty-some hours, gripping his ass in one hand, his hair in the other, so as not to let go of him.
Sucking in a startled breath, he then sinks into me as he slides down my body. As soon as his feet are on the ground, I’m attacking his mouth with mine.
“I-I need a shower,” he manages to gasp out as I pull back just enough to peel the shirt off his body.
Jesus Christ.
His chest is heaving. Stomach muscles clenching. Tattoos decorate nearly his whole torso, arms, and creep up the side of his neck.
The barbell poking through his nipple looks brighter than fucking ever against his skin, making me realize he’s got a bit of a tan since being in LA.
“God, I could eat you,” I say into a groan as I drop my face to his shoulder. I open my mouth, nibbling at his flesh. He tastes like sweat and rain water, dirty butmine.
His chuckle is low and wicked as he strokes a hand up my back. The other drops to my ass, pulling me against him.
“Shower first,” he croons into my ear.
I press my teeth a little deeper in him. “Fine.”
We grind up against each other one last time for good measure, and then he’s pulling away, walking backward as he starts undoing his belt.
I rub a thumb over my bottom lip, watching him, not taking my eyes off his body as he slowly strips down to nothing.
“You just gonna stand there and gawk, City Boy,” he drawls, kicking away the last article of clothing, “or are you gonna make good on that promise you made me the other day?”
My gaze flashes up to his, mouth drying as I remember what we talked about on the phone the other day. All the plans we made for this coming weekend….
His cock is hard and long, jutting out at me obscenely, beckoning me.
My mouth ticks up and I shake my head.
I know I need to sleep.
Know we need to talk.
Know our growing issue of long-distance relationshipping is far from solved.
But right now…
Right now I’m gonna make my cocky, stubborn-ass boyfriend forget his own name.
Wecrashintothebathroom in a tangle of limbs.
It’s the only one in the suite, and I send a silent thank you to the guys for being so cool about this. It’s late and they’ve gotta be exhausted after a long day of playing music without really getting anywhere. I’m sure they would’ve just skipped food and went straight to bed if Will hadn’t shown up.
But instead, they gave me this.
Will’s here.