“Seeing as you’ve told me you don’t like surprises, I’m just going to tell you, okay? I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to kiss you loads of times.”
“Oh…”
“And I want to do it again…” I press my lips against his. “And again…” His hands grapple at my T-shirt. “Again…” I kiss him, and Sean sighs anxiously onto my mouth. “All night long.”
“Just out of interest, do you intend to do anything other than kiss me?”
“I really want to. But only if you want that, too.”
He bites his lip nervously, and I stare intently at his mouth.
“If you don’t give me another kiss, I think I’ll…”
“What?”
I lift myself up and sit on him, Sean’s hands grabbing at my hips.
“God,” I growl, my forehead resting against his. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so turned-on in my life.”
“Don’t wind me up.”
I move around on top of him, my dick pressing against his, confirming what I hoped to be true.
“You’re so sexy, Mr. Quinn.”
He smiles against my lips.
“And I can’t think of anything but you since the moment I kissed you, outside the hotel, against that pillar.”
“I thought you did it to make a certain someone jealous?”
“I thought so, too. But then I kissed you again, and again, and… And things went so quickly. And now… Now I want you, Mr. Quinn. I just want you. I want you in my bed, and I want you… I want…” I stop as soon as I realise my thoughts are following a destructive path.
I want him.
I want someone in my life, and I want that someone to be Sean. It’s too much, and it’s total madness, but it’s the way I feel. I’m just wondering whether he’s ready to feel it all with me.
“I want to… F-Fuck you,” I say, terrified that he’ll reject me. But I can’t risk it. “I want to fuck you.”
I feel him tremble against my body.
“Do you want that, Mr. Quinn?”
It takes him exactly twenty-one seconds to answer me.
I count them all.
I curse them all.
“Permission granted.”
“Yeah?” I ask, anxious now.
“I thought I’d made myself clear.”
“It was clear in my eyes, but I wanted to hear you say it. I wanted to be sure that you wanted this, too.”
His face flushes a deep red beneath my fingertips. I know it wasn’t easy for him to tell me about his past. It took courage and trust, a trust I don’t want to betray. A trust I want to earn.
