“Come to mine after?” I asked, not wanting to miss out on the chance of seeing him.
“You not getting tired of me yet?” The smile slanting across his mouth told me he knew exactly what my answer to that question would be.
“I’m tired ofnotseeing you more often.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes, though he didn’t disguise his pleasure at my words. “We’ve seen each other practically every day.”
It was true. Since that day a few weeks back, there’d been three nights we hadn’t spent together. I was totally counting. Craig had ribbed me a few times about just how addicted to his brother I was. I happily took it all.
Sure, we were new, but as far as I was concerned, the six months before that had been one long game of foreplay. Admittedly, the non-touching variety, but the flirtation had been there, the desire to spend time with each other driving me to spend as much time with him as possible.
And even when I’d attempted distance, I was the first to admit that hadn’t worked out so well.
“So sue me for missing you when we’re not together.” The sappiness just poured forth. I ignored the heat in my cheeks and focussed on the soft, warm stare Ross directed at me.
“I miss you too.” He leaned in and punctuated his words with a sweet kiss. When he leaned back, there was a shift in his eyes. Heat reflected in their depths. Desire was a wonderful, heady thing. We’d made out a lot, but beyond handjobs, we’d held back.
It was different, this holding back, but fuck, it was awesome. That build-up, the anticipation. It meant when I got my mouth on Ross and had him buried deep inside me, I would relish every single taste and connection.
From the look in his eyes, he seemed just as needy as me.
His voice dipped low, saying, “You know, our going slow”—I grinned that our thoughts were so in synch—“has me all ramped up.”
“It has, huh?”
“Yep.” He popped thepand brushed his thumb over my forearm.
“So, does that mean you want me to suck you off?”
He laughed loudly, and lightness filled my chest at the absolute happiness radiating from him. “God, yes.”
I stood and held out my hand. “In that case, I want you naked and on your bed, and I’m going to have a quick shower.”
Ross narrowed his eyes. “You’ve just been in.”
“Sawdust has a habit of getting into other places.”
His lips twitched. “I can cope with sawdust.”
Heat crept through me. I had specific plans for being in the shower. Rinsing off sweat and sawdust had been just a couple of the ministrations I’d managed before dinner. “I want to cleaneverywhere,” I emphasised.
Jumping from his chair, he clasped my hand, tugging me towards the bathroom with a laugh, and all but shoved me inside.
I chuckled as he turned the shower on for me, but my laughter quickly died off when his heated stare slammed into mine.
“I’ll be naked and waiting.”
He kissed me as he passed me by, and I angled after him, struggling to break the connection.
I pulled away and smirked as he called over his shoulder before closing the door, “With lube!”
I grinned. There was no going slow, no gentle undressing. Naked in mere seconds, I jumped in the shower getting myself as clean as possible in my haste and doing a little prep too. While we’d only really mentioned BJs, I wasn’t taking any chances, absolutely eager for more.
A couple of weeks ago, we’d already shared we were both on PrEP and tested regularly. It had been a while since I’d last fucked around—before I’d moved back to town, in fact—but I still kept up to date with all things health-related. Knowing he did the same was a heck of a relief.
Hoping he’d be sliding into me bare in a short while had me groaning as I finished soaping myself off.
In just a few steps, I was in his room, still damp and so very eager.
