I pull back, keeping my face close and he slowly opens his eyes.
“If I ask you a question nicely?—”
“Don’t waste your breath. The answer is yes,” he grumbles, kissing me in that feverish way that one does when they absolutely want to fuck someone after they ask nicely. I didn’t even have to ask this time.
His hand finds my hair, like it always does, and my teeth find his lip, like they always do.
Boston reaches down, hiking me into his arms. A surprised squeal leaves my mouth and I throw my head back, basking in the deep, rough chuckle that skims across my collarbone. I peer down at him as we make our way to my room, our eyes burning into each other.
This is it, isn’t it?
I think this is it for me.
I reach up, allowing my fingers to skim his face. Remembering that I almost lost him. Cherishing that I didn’t.
His face softens.
“I missed you, too,” he says softly, pushing open the door to my room.
When he gently lowers me onto the bed, I pull him down with me. Thankfully, he doesn’t protest, doesn’t pause to take his clothes off—he just follows me. We have time. We don’t have to rush. He reaches for a pillow, tucking it under my head, and cups my face in his palm, staring at me in the way that people do when they love each other.
Love.
My breath hitches as I peer up at him. “I’m scared, Boston.”
His throat bobs. “Me too.”
I swallow, my heart racing. “Please, don’t break my heart.”
His eyes shudder, but he nods, gently pushing some hair from my face. “I’ll take care of yours, just…take care of mine, too. Okay?”
I agree, leaning up to slowly capture his mouth with mine. His hand slides to the nape of my neck, pulling me slightly off the bed so that he can kiss me properly. He didn’t have to ask, but I understand why he did. We might have had different motives, but both of us avoided love for a reason.
This is scary. For the both of us. That fear isn’t going to evaporate just because we’re facing it.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and I let out a soft sigh. Slowly lowering his weight onto my body, Boston rolls onto his side. I slide my leg through his, my hand gliding through his hair, treasuring the way he keeps me close. He pulls his mouth from mine, and just as I go to protest, he starts placing kisses down my jaw.
God, I missed this.
His kisses glide down my neck and down my collarbone, his hands sliding under my t-shirt.
He tugs me to his chest then, hugging me, his hands roaming my bare skin. It’s so intimate. So vulnerable. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. There is something overwhelming about the simplicity of just laying here with him. Not needing to hide. Not needing to rush.
I skim my hands down his body, sliding my fingers under the hem of his shirt, and I slowly pull it off his body. He raises his arms to help me, moving to hover over top of me. Our eyes burn into each other.
I love you.
He reaches down and slowly peels my top over my head, his throat bobbing as his eyes trail over my body.
“Take those off,” I order, reaching for the button of his pants. He cocks a brow and I smile. “Please.”
“So polite,” he grumbles, and slides off the bed to do as I asked. I use that time to rid myself of my own bottoms so that I’m just in my bra and underwear when he crawls back onto the bed, as naked as I’d like him to be.
I smile, taking him in. Magnificent, this one. Truly and utterly perfect.
I reach my hand up to his pecs, running it down his chest and stomach. His breath hitches, and when I reach the spot where he wants me, I wrap my hand around him completely. His eyes flutter shut, and the groan that leaves him fuels my blood.
“Damn,” he grunts, cracking his eyes open. He brackets my head with his hands. Leaning down to kiss me, he reaches between us to pull my hand from his body. “Do you know that I convinced myself I’d never have this again?”
