“Uhm, you mean when you acted like a spoiled brat? I should’ve bent you over my knee and spank you with my gua sha right then.”
His cock pulses involuntarily against my lower back.
I brace for something clever and vaguely obscene from that brilliant brain of his, but nothing comes. He takes a deep breath before swallowing whatever he was about to say.
“What is it? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
“No. No, nothing’s wrong. I just… God. I’ve never done this before. I’m so fucking this up.”
I try to turn to get his eyes on mine, but the hammock doesn’t like the sudden movement.
It lurches, and we fall out together, hitting the ground with a dull thud.
The fall hits different this time. I’m on top of him now.
There’s no panic, no screaming in my head, no flashbacks, or the feeling that I’m about to dissociate. It’s just us and the crickets chirping in the distance.
“Fucking hell, are you okay?” Tom rubs his elbow.
I hook my arms around his neck like a clingy koala.
“More than okay,” It’s obvious what I’m after.
His eyes scan me, and when he realizes I’m still in one piece, I feel the tension disappear from his body. That’s when his warm lips meet mine.
He licks over the raw cracks in my lips, I part to let him in.
We kiss slow and deep, his tongue curling around mine in a sensual chase.
He tastes like tangerine tea and the salty wind coming from the ocean. It’s ridiculous how addictive this mix of flavors is.
He takes his time kissing me. I can feel how much he loves it, in the way he presses our aching bodies together like there’s no other way.
A sharp sting goes through me when his teeth snatch my bottom lip for a quick bite. Then his tongue soothes over it, caring.
I pull him closer, sucking his tongue back into my mouth. He lets out a needy groan, my cock twitching at every sound that follows.
The hammock still swings above us, creaking like a Sunday morning fuck on an iron bedframe.
I feel his palm flat on my stomach, fingers gliding beneath the hem of my shirt to trace every ridge.
I’m hypersensitive there. He knows that by now, and he does it slow. Touching my skin, provoking little inevitable reactions out of me. He likes to watch me squirm.
And I offer what he wants. My whole body presses into him. I don’t bother hiding my arousal. I want him to see what he does to me, how hard I get for him.
As I’m about to move in again, he stops me with a finger against my lips.
“Please, I just…” His amber lashes drop. I’ve never seen him like this. All helpless and stripped of his swagger.
“Look. What I’m trying to say…” He takes my hands “That night on the beach, after the crash, something in me just fucking clicked. Everything inside me decided you were mine to keep safe. So when morning came, I did what I had to do. Even if it meant taking a couple of hits and getting arrested. I didn’t carewhat happened to me. I can take it, Yosh. All of it. I always have.”
A deep inhale.
“I’m in love with you, Yosh.” His eyes close. Vulnerable. A little scared.
My gaze flicks away, breath knocked loose.
I’m getting thorned between instinct and recognition. Between the urge to protect myself and the certainty that this has already rearranged something permanent inside me.
