I felt my eyes widen as I realized how what I’d said must have sounded to him. “Oh, Daniel. Of course I do.”
My hand crept over the table to reach for him, but he kept his hands stubbornly out of reach. Curling my fingers, I hesitantly brought my hand back, unsure how I should broach this. If I admitted what was in my heart, would he freak out and withdraw the offer of work?
Reminding myself that it was better to get everything out in the open now rather than wonder, I sucked a short breath in and rushed out, “I like you. A lot. And if I’m going to stay in Rockdale for a while, I’d like to continue what we got up to last night. If you want.”
As my fingers fidgeted in my lap, I sucked my bottom lip nervously. My eyes danced and darted around the room to avoidhis no doubt pitying look at what amounted to the bumbling ramblings of a young idiot.
The sound of his chair scraping against the floor drew my attention, and I watched him place his hands on the table and rise from his seat, his face curiously blank.
“I figured that if we were working togetherandseeing each other in a not-so-platonic way,” I went on, still nervous as he rounded the table and tugged me to my feet, “the last thing you’d want is for me to be staying here as well. I’m sure if I was with you and Rose twenty-four seven, you’d both end up hating mrmph—”
His mouth crashed into mine, cutting me off mid-sentence, his fingers curling around the back of my neck to hold me in place as his tongue tousled with mine.
Gripping his wrists, I felt myself melt against him, always willing to follow his lead. My eyelids fluttered closed, and the nervousness I’d been feeling about admitting my attraction to him instantly evaporated the moment he moaned.
It reverberated through a deep rumble, and I felt it through the vibrations of his lips and the tremors in his fingers. It was the perfect combination of want, need, and longing all tied up together in a bow like it was the best birthday present a boy could ever ask for.
The moan morphed into a groan as he reluctantly pulled away from me, his thumbs gliding against my cheekbones as he retreated. Wondering why he was backing off, I opened my eyes and watched as his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he hummed as he chased whatever taste I’d left on his tender skin. His eyes were closed, but a look of almost-wild serenity remained, playing on his features and making him look ten years younger.
Whatever was working its way through his mind, it excited him and settled him in equal measure.
My thumbs toyed with his wrists as I watched him, the silence draping over us until it became almost unbearable.
Daniel must have felt the heaviness of the quiet, too, because his eyes slowly opened, and he gazed at me longingly with blown-out eyes. “Stay.”
The corners of my lips lifted into a soft smile, and I was unable to stop myself from preening when his eyes fixed on the movement. “I said I would.”
“No. I meant….” He shook his head, eyelids closing again as frustration took hold. “I meant stayhere. With me and Rose. And Bucky. Stay with us.”
I tilted my head, leaning into his hold. “You don’t think that’ll be too much? Being together all day, every day?” I nibbled my bottom lip as he opened his eyes and brought one hand forward so he could slide his thumb across my lips to stop me from worrying. “What happens if—”
“We’ll figure it out.” He leaned forward, his nose nudging mine the closer he got. “I want you, Marshall. I want to take you on more dates. To show you Rockdale.” His nose drew along my jawline until it slid up the edge of my ear, and then he whispered, “I want to fuck you. To draw out your pleasure until you’re begging to come. To have you moaning my name when you finally succumb to the overwhelming need to let go.” He nipped at my earlobe, making me whine and lean into him more. “Stay with me. Even if it’s only for a few months.”
“Oh God. I want that.” Sighing, I leaned my head back and to the side to let him nuzzle into me more, his lips sucking at my skin. “But what about Rose? Won’t she—”
Huffing a laugh, he shook his head ever so slightly against my neck. “You have your room, and I have mine. We can keep things separate. Steal the moments when she’s not around.” He nipped at the tendon that joined my neck to my shoulder, then licked itto soothe the sting. “Give me one night. Just one night to show you how we can keep things separate. You’ll see.”
As soon as I nodded, he began walking backward, his lips traveling up my throat and his hands repetitively gripping and releasing my shirt at my waist.
I went along willingly, stumbling after him as we made our way to his bedroom. As soon as we passed the threshold, he kicked the door shut before he turned us around and pressed me against the door, his thigh between mine and meeting every roll of my hips with one of his own.
My head thunked against the door as my fingers threaded through his hair, holding his head against my neck so he could continue working me over and tearing me apart.
As my hands ran over his back, I found myself idly hoping there would be enough of me to put back together again when I eventually left Rockdale, but for now, I was more than happy to let him shatter me.
Pushing the thought out of my mind, I focused on the heat I felt even through the shirts we were both wearing. He was here now, in front of me and obviously wanting. I’d worry about the inevitable messy aftermath later.
He ground against me, his hands constantly on the move. Running up my sides, then down my arms, then drifting along my chest, until he floated down my torso as soft as butterfly feet, only to run the cycle again.
Moaning, I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his waist to bring us closer. I groaned louder when I felt his hard cock rub against mine even through two pairs of jeans. Palming him, I rubbed against his bulge before I pulled back from him just enough to pant, “I want to taste you. Let me?”
Without a word, he pressed his hand against mine and helped me unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.
Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees in the narrow space between him and the door as we fumbled with his button. As soon as his jeans were open, I leaned in and nosed at his hard cock, straining at his boxers to be free. His musky scent filled my nose as I inhaled slowly, my eyes rolling back from the pure masculinity flooding my senses. I mouthed at the cotton still covering his cock, savoring the noises he was making above me.
“God, you can’t wait to have my thick dick ramming down your narrow throat, can you?” He carded his fingers through my hair, a constant presence without forcing me forward. “Look at you, my little cock slut. Show me how much you want it. How much you need it.”
With one hand, I drew his cock out from his boxers, while the other pressed against my own raging erection, still trapped by my jeans’ zipper. I moaned as the angry red tip of his cock stood proud in front of me, the prominent vein on the underside throbbing with his every pulse. Before I made a move, my eyes jumped up to his to seek permission, and after a moment of just staring at me with hooded lids, he nodded and granted it.
