“I almost lost you today.”
His expression softens immediately.
“Baby—”
“And you’re in here jerking off.”
He lifts his shoulders in a half shrug. “Multitasking.”
I step closer toward him.
Seth’s breathing has gone heavier now, slower, his chest rising deeper with each inhale. His hand keeps moving, like he is testing how long he can hold himself back.
“Don’t ever make me imagine life without you again,” I say.
His jaw flexes.
“I won’t.”
I stop between his knees and let my towel fall to the floor. The fabric drops at my feet, leaving nothing between us.
He looks up at me, eyes dark and blown wide, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he keeps stroking himself, slower now, like he is trying not to lose control too fast.
“You still mad at me?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re standing in front of me naked.”
“Yeah.”
He lets out a quiet breath as he smirks. “That feels like progress.”
I reach down and wrap my hand over his, stopping his movement.
His breath catches.
“You don’t get to scare the shit out of me and then act surprised when you know I need you,” I murmur.
His throat works.
“Fair.”
I slide his hand away and replace it with mine, closing my fingers around him, feeling the heat, the weight, the way his body reacts instantly to my touch.
His head tips back immediately, eyes closing for half a second like his body has been waiting for that exact contact.
“And Beau,” I add. “I’m still going to murder him later.”
Seth groans softly. “He already knows.”
I stroke him slow and firm, watching his stomach tighten under my hand, the muscles in his abdomen pulling with each movement.
“You’re lucky I love you,” I tell him.
His eyes open again, locked on mine.
“I know. That’s the only reason I’m still breathing.”
