“Right,” he says, nodding stiffly.“Right.”
“You got something to say to me, Elias?”Fox asks, his voice low and dangerous, daring Elias to test him.
Elias glares at Fox, his composure slipping.“Yeah, I do.You don’t deserve him.I’m not even sure you deserve anyone.I mean after treating him like shit,” he snaps before spinning on his heel and stalking back to his car.
Fox and I stand there in silence, watching as Elias gets into his car and speeds off.Fox’s arm slips from my shoulders as he turns to me with a small smile.
“I’m sorry,” I blurt out.
“Don’t.You didn’t do anything,” Fox says gently.
“He shouldn’t have said that,” I insist, guilt bubbling in my chest.
Fox shrugs.“Maybe he’s right.I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” I whisper, looking up into his piercing blue eyes.
Fox’s lips curve into a soft grin.“You wanna go on a date with me sometime?A proper one?”
I laugh, the tension melting away.“Yes.”
“Then I’ll see you later, Cam.”He winks at me before turning and heading back to his car.
I stand there, biting my bottom lip as I watch him slide into the driver’s seat.The engine roars to life, and Fox waves at me through the window before driving away.
I’m left smiling like an idiot, my heart racing.Damn, he’s good at this.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to get this shirt off of you,” Fox growls against my lips, his mouth moving desperately against mine.
It’s been a month—a month of being Fox Wilder’s boyfriend—and every single day feels like a dream I’m afraid to wake up from.I was worried at first, scared he’d wake up one day, realize he wasn’t ready for this, and walk away.But he’s proven me wrong at every turn.He’s surprising, caring, and so effortlessly charming that every moment with him leaves me falling deeper.I’m in love with him, truly, madly, and with every passing day, he drives me insane—in the best way.
And yet, despite our undeniable chemistry and the intensity of our connection, we haven’t crossed that line.Fox has been patient, refusing to rush me into something I’m not ready for.He wants me to be sure, to want it as much as he does, and I do—I’ve told him as much—but he’s determined to take things slow.
“Fox, I want you,” I moan into his mouth.
He presses me against the wall of his bedroom, his hands deftly unbuttoning my shirt.
“Are you sure about that?”he asks, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.His blue eyes are heavy with lust but also laced with concern.
“I’m sure.I want you inside me,” I say, my voice trembling with desire.
He stares at me for a moment, his lips curling into a smirk before he leans in and captures my lips again.His hands push my shirt down my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor.Now shirtless, I shiver as his lips trail down my neck, his hands moving to unbutton my pants.
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he whispers against my skin, his hand slipping inside my pants to rub me through my boxers.
“I want this.I want you,” I breathe, my voice filled with longing.
Fox bites into my neck gently, smirking against my skin as he tugs my pants down.I step out of them, kicking them aside, and pull him closer.
“Take your shirt off,” I whisper, tugging at the buttons of his dress shirt.
Fox smiles against my lips as he helps me, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders.My hands roam his bare chest, and I can’t stop myself from marveling at how perfect he is.His toned muscles, his soft skin, the way his lips curve into a mischievous grin—it’s all too much, and yet I want more.
He leads me to his bed, his hands firm on my hips as he lowers me onto the mattress.His lips never leave mine, and his hands roam my body with practiced ease.His touch is electrifying, setting my skin on fire as he kisses down my chest, marking me with every bite and suck.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against my skin before his lips find my nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
I moan, my back arching slightly as he continues his descent.By the time his hands tug my boxers down, leaving me completely bare beneath him, I’m trembling with anticipation.He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire, and smirks.
