Page 129 of Addiction

I shake my head. “I’ll take complicated over nothing at all because not having you in my life is not an option I want to be faced with, Asher. You are my everything.”

“And I am nothing without you, and everything with you," he speaks. "I need you more than you know, and I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You are my home and my world, Wade, and I want to live it with you."

“Then let’s do that. Let’s prove him and everyone else that doubted us wrong. Let’s show them who we are and what we stand for. How strong we are together. Be mine, because I’ve always been yours.”

He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, as he whispers. “I’m sorry I ever doubted us.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just be mine.”

“Always.”

I press my lips against his and the second I do all the cracks in my heart begin to close as longing and passion take over. Our kiss becomes frantic and within seconds I’m being pushed back toward the bedroom. Our clothes are discarded along the floor as our mouths can’t get enough of each other. Make-up sex is always the best, but add the confessions of our love, and it makes it more profound. I love this man beyond words, and I’ll show him how much every day from here on out.

“I’m sorry.” He kisses. “I love you.”

“You’re sorry you love me?” I tease as he pushes me down on the bed and covers me.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. Not sorry for loving you. Never.”

I grip his jaw and make him look at me. “Just talk to me next time before you get lost in your head. We are in this together remember.”

“Always.”

“I love you, every last piece of you, no matter how damaged or how strong.”

“Then show me.” He holds my gaze for a second before he whispers, “Fuck me.”

We’ve been intimate more times than I can count, but I’ve always let him take the lead. As much as I’ve wanted to be with him and feel him around me, I have never pushed him, so I need to know if what he was asking is what he really wants. “Are you sure about—”

“Yes. I want you, Wade. I want you inside me.”

Before either of us can say anything else, he crashes his mouth on mine and kisses me with a depth that has my heart racing. It’s full of hunger, passion, devotion, and love.

“On your back,” I demand. “I want to watch you when you come.”

He does as I order, and I leave the bed, walking over to the draw and taking out the lube. When I turn around, I stop and take him in, every line, every curve and inch of his skin and the ink that lines it. He is fucking spectacular.

“When you’re done watching me, my dick needs some attention over here.”

“I could watch you all day.”

“Please fuck me first.”

I laugh. “As you wish.”

I squeeze some lube in my hand and stroke it over my hard length. Stepping back to the bed, I throw the bottle to the side before straddling him. If I’m going to do this, it’s going to be my way.

I start by kissing his lips, teasing my tongue in his mouth before pulling on his lip.

“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs.

I kiss along his jawline and down his neck, loving his body with my mouth as I grind against him. Whispers of pleasure leave his lips as our dicks slide against each other. Taking his arms, I pin them above his head. “Don’t move.”

I continue to love his body, drawing wet kisses over every inch. I tease the tip of my tongue over his nipple before taking it into my mouth and pulling it with my teeth.

“Fuck, yes.”

I do the same to the other, still sliding my dick against his.