He hasn’t stopped smiling once since we left the restaurant, and I bury my nose into the curve of his lips. Breathing in his happiness, committing his soft sighs to memory.
He breaks away from me for long enough to yank my pants down my legs and clumsily kick off his own, before he’s back, all warmth and soft kisses and tangled limbs.
I let out a satisfied hum before I can catch it.
“That sounded heavy,” he says, nuzzling my jaw.
“Not sure that’s the word I’d use to describe it.”
“Then …” His soft blue eyes meet mine and positivelymeltme. It should be a crime for one man to have that much power with a single look. “What word would you use?”
“I’m …” I break eye contact, watching the way his hair twists between my fingers. “This feels right.” My breath catches, refuses to release as I reluctantly return my gaze to his.
That permanent smile is gone, and I curse myself over being the one to steal something so precious from him.
Until he says the four most perfect words I’ve ever heard him speak.
“I feel it too.”
Air rushes from me, and his smile is back, and that ballooning in my chest is getting deeper and more insistent.
Our mouths crash together, smile against smile, building laughter threatening to burst from me. I have no clue what’s going to happen from here, but I allow myself the moment to hope. Hope that once we’ve unmessed the mess, we can work out something real.
“Can I be inside you tonight?” he asks. “I just, I have all this … so much energy. I need—”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
He ruts against me, cock dragging precum over my own. “Holy shit, you’re intoxicating.”
“Take whatever you need.”
He groans, dipping his head to bring our mouths together into a deep, filthy kiss. All tongue and teeth and primal grunts. My legs wrap around his waist, and he brings us together over and over, a pulsing, hot need growing deeper, burning through me, until I’m hot and sweaty and going out of my mind. His skin is almost feverish, perfect, sculpted body moving over me in a way that’s sure to drive me over the edge.
“Please. Now.”
“Condoms?”
I open my mouth to tell him they’re in the drawer, but those aren’t the words that come out. “Fuck me bare.”
He pulls back, eyes hazy with lust. “What?”
“If you want to. I just … I want it. So much. Nothing between us.”
“Nrg …Keep begging me like that and we won’t even make it that far. Lube?”
“Drawer.”
He jumps off the bed, yanks the bedside table open, and grabs the tube. My gaze drops to his very hard, very erect dick, and electricity sweeps from my spine to my balls, making my thighs clench.
He grunts when he crawls back over the bed. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.”
He hums, barely listening, and ducks his face to rub his scratchy beard over my cock. It’s a war of pleasure and pain over the sensitive skin, but before it can get too much, he grabs both thighs, hooks them over his shoulders and dips his head lower.
Oh kill me now. I’m in heaven.
There’s no preamble as Christian drags a long, wet lick over my hole. My head drops back onto my pillow, and I know without a doubt I’ll never recover from this moment. From his scruff between my cheeks, his tongue and mouth and teeth doing things that make me lose my mind. I try every trick I know to stop myself from shooting too early, but when Christian presses a finger to my hole and slowly pushes inside, I have to dig deep. Every trick isn’t enough for the things this man is doing to my body.