The click of the latch is loud in the room, and my fingers make the decision for me. I step out into the moon-shadowed hallway. A window is open, stirring the curtains, and the briny breeze fills the hallway, making me shiver and hurry to his door. It’s closed, and my hand shakes as I lift the latch. It swings open silently, and I edge into the room.
It’s bright with moonlight as the curtains are open, and it’s very bare. I realise I was right. He gave me his room with the sea view and took the spare room that looks down on the front garden. It’s so typical of him—this kind but quiet generosity. He doesn’t draw attention to the things he does—just does them silently because they’ll make me happy. I shake my head. The wonder isn’t any longer that I love him. It’s that each day I find another little thing that makes me love him more.
He’s sleeping, his long body laid out tidily under the covers, his hair a dark shadow on the white pillowcase. I step closer andfreeze as I tread on a loose board. The creak is alarmingly loud in the room.
He stirs, his eyelashes fluttering, and then sits bolt upright, startling me so much that I flounder and fall sideways into the bed.
“What the fuck?” he mumbles, knuckling his eyes. “Wes?”
“That’s me,” I say lightly.
“What are you doing in here?” His eyes are clearing of sleep rapidly, and alarm fills them. “Are you okay? Do you feel ill?”
I blink. “No, I…” I run out of words.
The silence stretches, and one eyebrow rises. “You what?”
I give an aggrieved sigh and decide to skip to the action. Standing up, I grab the waistband of my pyjamas and quickly strip them off. They land on the floor at my feet, and I hear his shocked gasp.
“Wes?” he says.
I stand naked in front of him, and we stare at each other. His eyes are dark in the moonlight, but he doesn’t make any move. He actually seems to have stopped breathing. For a second, I wonder if I’ve done the wrong thing. The thought makes me go hot with embarrassment, and I open my mouth to make a joke, do anything to distract from what I just did, and then I shiver, and he moves, throwing the covers back in a mute invitation.
I slide into them, feeling the heat of his body with a pleased sigh. He sleeps naked, and I shiver again as his arms enfold me, pulling me tight against him.
“You’re cold,” he scolds, running his hand down my arm and pulling the covers up around us. They smell of him—the citrussy cologne and the natural scent of his skin. I take in gulps of it as if it’s vital air to me. Maybe it is, because I feel safe again for the first time since I walked out of that bedroom at the club. Safe and surrounded by him.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re warming me up.”
The wind is howling outside, and the rain is tapping at the window, but here, it’s warm and lovely, and we lie quietly for a while. I thought if I were brave enough to make it into his bed on my own steam, we’d be having sex by now, but instead, we lie here, our heads on the same pillow and our breaths hitting each other’s faces as we watch each other. It feels just as good as having him inside my body. This sharing of warmth and air is the closest I’ve ever felt to him and what I was reaching for all those times I tried to make him stay. I snuggle closer and feel rather than hear the sigh he gives as he wraps his legs around mine and pulls my face into his neck. The soft sound is almost happy, and my eyes burn.
To distract myself, I press my lips to his neck, dropping a soft kiss under his ear. He shudders, and abruptly, the mood shifts from sweet to sexy. He murmurs something I can’t understand, so I press closer, kissing his ear lobe, pulling it into my mouth and biting down. I pull back and he makes an articulate sound of protest that turns to a gasp as I push him on his back and then lick across his chest, finding a nipple and sucking it until it pebbles and stands up. I turn my attention to the other one and then make my way down his torso, laying soft bites on the skin and leaving marks. When I get to his scar, I look up. His eyes are shadowed, and he’s watching me intently. Still holding his gaze, I drop a kiss on the raised edges. He shudders.
“Alright?” I whisper.
He nods and I kiss the scar, pouring all the love I have for him into this gentle caress of something that nearly took him from me before I’d met him. I watch as his eyes slide closed, and he groans as if in pain. He pulls me up and then his lips find mine, and all the old hurt and worries fly away. It’s a joyful relief to taste him again, and I push my tongue into his mouth, twining it with his. His hand comes up, grabbing my shoulder, and then he’s kissing me back hard and urgently, and before I know it, I’mon my back, and he’s moving over me. Naked skin touches naked skin, our cocks both hard and already damp, rubbing against each other. The slide is so good that I feel sparks tingle down my legs and arms.
I wind my legs around him, arching my pelvis so our cocks rub and glide. Then I lower my hands, grabbing his arse and mutely urging him to do more, give me more, give meeverything.
Finally, the need for air forces us apart and he lies on me. He’s panting and obviously struggling for control, but he can’t seem to stop the movement of his hips, and I reach in between us, struggling to get my hand in the minute gap between our bodies. He shifts back almost reluctantly and then jerks as I grab our cocks in my hand.
“Fuck.” The curse is shocking from such a usually quiet, controlled man, and I feel my balls draw up as I work our cocks together furiously.
Our lips meet again, and he groans into my mouth as his hips move, shoving against me. His cock is so hard against mine, sweat mingling between us and greasing my grip. I can feel the hair under my arms and in my groin dampen with the fierce rocking movements, and I want to come so badly, but it isn’t enough. It isn’t nearly enough. Now I have him with me. I want everything, but I can’t get it. The orgasm tingles in my spine, but it won’t come, and I push against him, searching for something, and I grunt in dismay when he moves back.
“No, don’t go.”
“What do you need?” he says hoarsely.
“I want you…” I falter, unable to put into words what I need. I need everything. This ball of want and need inside me is too big for me to articulate.
His eyes sharpen, and then he smiles. It’s a tender smile, and it momentarily distracts me from my desperation. I don’t thinkI’ve ever seen it on him before, and for a long moment, we look at each other. His lips are full and wet, and I want to kiss him, but I also need to look at him. My world has steadied again and it fills me with wonder.
His smile twists and becomes suddenly wicked. “I know what you need,” he says and sits up.
My hands reach for him automatically, but he isn’t going far. He bends over me, kissing my sternum and nuzzling my chest. He takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and then biting gently, and the pain lights me up inside, so I arch into him.
“Easy,” he murmurs, and I sink back into the mattress, watching as he moves down the bed. He doesn’t tease me which I’m grateful for. Instead, he takes the head of my cock into his mouth and sucks. I shout, squeezing my eyes shut as his clever hand finds my balls and cups them. My eyes fly open in alarm as he moves away again, and then I relax as he reaches for the bedside table. He’s looking for lube.
