“It’s just that,” I continue, even though I really need to shut up. “Five days is a long time and you—”
“You don’t like being alone,” I finish lamely, regretting ever saying a single word to him in my life.
“Alex.” He says, a smirk in his voice, but his hand only leaves my hair to cup my cheek. “I’m not having anyone over.”
“You’re not?”
He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t do anything that would put that look on your face.”
What—”
He interrupts me with a kiss, soft, different from most of our other kisses, but I’m not complaining.
And it doesn’t stay that way long.
His hands find their way back into my hair, and mine land on his hips, pulling him closer until I can feel every inch of him, his heart pounding against my chest, his cock hard against mine through too many layers of fabric.
He pulls my hair, and I moan into his mouth, sliding my hand down to his ass and squeezing. He gasps, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.
“Alex,” he says, sounding wrecked, and I’m right there with him.
“Uh-huh?”
“I want to fuck.” I don’t have any objections to that, so I reach for his waistband.
But he catches my hand. “No.” His eyes find mine in the dark. “I want to fuck you.”
I freeze, those five words knocking the breath right out of me.
“I don’t—” I start. “I—” The words won’t come out. My chest has gone tight, and Mike is right there, warm and expectant, wanting me, but my brain has gone somewhere else entirely, and I can’t—
He watches my reaction to his words, reading something on my face, and then, without making it a thing, he shifts gears.
“Or you could fuck me,” he offers. “Do you want that?”
The cold dread starts to loosen its grip on my heart. “I thought you didn’t—” I swallow past the tremble in my voice. “You said you don’t bottom.”
He shrugs one shoulder like it’s no big deal. “Not for random guys at the bar, but for you? Definitely. I’ve been wanting to get your massive cock inside me since you moved in.”
I look away, my face heating up at his words. I don’t know why he’s so determined to kill me. He tilts my chin back toward him. “So? You wanna?”
I do. I absolutely want to, but—
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” I tell him, but he stares at me, waiting for the point while I search for the words to make him understand. “I want it to be— I don’t want to rush it. And we should probably get tested. Can we wait until I get back?”
The silence that follows seems to last forever.
And then he lets out the most full-bodied sigh I’ve ever heard in my entire life. He flops onto his back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
Uncalled for, if you ask me. It’s not like he’s missing out on anything all that great.
“Five. Days.”
“It’ll go by fast,” I tell him, but he drops his arm to emphasize his pout.
“If I don’t die from sex deprivation in the meantime.”
Chapter 14
