My legs feel like jelly. I worry that if I move from this spot, I may crumble to the floor under the weight of his gaze, but there’s a reassurance and comfort in it that tells me that I can do no wrong. I hate how much I like it. I hate how much I want it. I want him right now more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
‘You’re thinking too hard,’ he says, calm as ever. ‘Again.’
I raise an eyebrow, which makes him laugh. He looks me up and down with both compassion and a deep, insatiable hunger, each one fighting its hardest to take the top spot.
‘What’s on your mind?’ he asks, his head tilted as he takes me in.
You, and your tongue, and what’s under your shorts, and how quickly I can be there too.
‘That you need to stop looking at me like that. It’s lethal,’ I say mockingly.
His smirk curves into a smile, shaking his head at the accuracy of my impression of him in the car. He rises from the bed, moving to stand in front of me before my brain has time to catch up.
‘Is that what you want? Me to stop looking at you?’
I shake my head. He wraps his fingers around my wrist.
‘Good, because there’s so much I have yet to see.’
I feel my back hit the door before I have time to process, my arms above my head, wrists cuffed by his hands. The weight of his body presses against mine as our tongues intertwine, eager and desperate for more. I fight back a groan as one arm keeps me in place and the other one snakes around my waist. He flicks the lock behind me and it clicks reassuringly. It’s just us. Alone. In this giant bedroom.
I roll against him, moaning softly as he matches my rhythm and releases my hands. My senses have taken over and I can tell his have too. We are drunk on lust and excitement, and the ridiculous amount of tension that has finally come to a boil. I drag my hands across his body, down his arms, up his incredibly sculpted back, anywhere and everywhere I can touch. His fingers trace patterns up my sides before they slide my zip open, and he swiftly parts our lips to pull the fleece over my head.
‘God, you are gorgeous,’ he whispers, looking me up and down.
I can’t help but squeal with delight as he lifts me off my feet and carries me over to the bed.
‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,’ he says, positioning himself on top of me.
But I do have an idea, because I’ve been right there too, desperately trying to convince myself I didn’t want this.
‘All those late nights, that cramped meeting room, your endless notetaking and thosejeans.’ He lists each item frustratedly, punctuating it with kisses. ‘And that video of you dancing. . . God, you have made this so hard.’
His mouth moves to my neck, the sensation of each kiss shooting volts of electricity from my head to my toes. Our eyes meet, both of us smiling as his hand reaches for the zipper of my jeans before quickly rolling them down to my ankles and chucking them across the floor. He adorns my legs with kisses on the way back up, before hovering at the top of my inner thigh. One lick and I feel my whole body set alight.
‘Come here,’ I whisper, keeping my eyes trained on him as he comes back up to join me, kissing his way up my body as he does.
I grab his head with both hands as our mouths meet again, this time far more forcefully. It knocks all the air from my lungs and makes my pupils glaze over. He watches it happen and grins widely. I’m under his spell.
He pulls back momentarily, taking a foil wrapper from his pocket and giving me a small, questioning look before tearing it open.
I raise an eyebrow. ‘You came prepared.’
He looks bashful for a moment, eyes briefly dropping. ‘I thought I’d put these on my just-in-case list.’
‘Your “just-in-case list”?’
‘I categorised my packing list.’
‘That is the hottest thing you could have possibly said.’
It’s all the approval he needs to power forward. His shorts fly across the room as he gets himself ready, kneeling over me with glee. Even from this angle, every inch of him is irresistible. Itwould be annoying if it weren’t such a turn-on. He uses one hand for balance, the other to spread my thighs apart in one swift yet assertive play of dominance.
I’m a lost cause from the very first thrust, the feel of him making me whimper underneath my breath, but the little noises ignite something in him, spurring him on further as he works his magic. And it sure is magic. I can feel his hand caress me as it slides down my side, tracing over my hips before leading into my thigh. I scratch my nails down his back and suddenly I’m not the only one moaning– the vibration tingling my lips as we continue to kiss. He looks like a Greek statue, jaw clenched as he focuses on me, abs rippling in the golden lamp light.
His eyebrows shoot up as I roll us over, move his hands to my outer thighs and settle on him comfortably. His eyes devour my new angle from top to bottom as I sit straight and let him take all of me in. There’s no part of me worried about stomach rolls or small boobs or the potential double chin. In this moment, I want nothing more than for him to see all of me for who I am.
We both gasp in tandem as I roll my hips for the first time. Our eyes lock as I continue, an invisible string between us making us move as one, thrust as one and soon, finish as one. I don’t even have to tell him when I’m close, he reads it in my eyes and thrusts harder, gripping me tightly. With one final kiss, I keel over onto him, my whole body growing weak as tremors ripple through me from head to toe. He hugs me close, his moans and gasps sounding in my ear as I feel him erupt inside me.
