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He stalked closer, making me gulp. Our feet collided, our chests met, and his body bowed over mine as he leaned in. Onyx eyes bore into mine, making his words into a promise. “I’ve spent the last three years trying to keep my hands off you. Nothing will keep me away now, Wes.Nothing.”
I lifted my chin. “What if I say I don’t want it?”
He didn’t move an inch. “Oh, you want it.”
“How do you know?”
“I can smell it. Taste it.” Reaching out, he palmed my rigid dick. “Feel it.”
My breath hissed between my lips, and a smug glint lightened his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I reached for him as well. The second my hand cupped his definitely hard cock, he pressed it farther into my hand.
“You really do want me,” I said, unmasked awe filling my tone.
“Trust me when I tell you I have never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you.”
A fine tremor started in my limbs, heavy want and nerves coursing through my body.
In a gesture I didn’t expect, he gently kissed the tip of my nose. “In you go, Nemo,” he rasped, his hand sliding from my dick to undo the button on my jeans. “I’m gonna wash away everything but me.”
22
Max
I’m notgood with talking. Or with feelings. I’m not confident there is a way to explain how absolutely trapped I felt all those years. Maybe because I’d become so skilled at holding back.
Was there really even a way to make Wes understand how much I was willing to deny myself just to keep him in my life? Likely not. Sometimes my ardency surprised even me.
Yet he was still here. Standing here looking at me like I was the moon. Looking at me like I was the only thing he could ever want.
God, the fucking rush he was. How much more unbridled would he be when I finally destroyed the wall we had to have between us?
Nothing I could say was capable of conveying the intensity of my want. So I wouldn’t speak. I would use the thing I was best with. Use what would speak better than my tongue ever could.
My hands. My touch.
The steady sound of the waterfall of the shower hummed around us, muffling anything that might intrude upon this moment. The sultry temperature turned the air balmy and inviting. The shower door was slightly open, droplets gently splattering beyond it and onto the tops of my feet. The top button of Wes’s undone jeans revealed smooth and hairless skin devoid of even a light happy trail disappearing into his boxers. My stare was greedy, raking over his body in a way I’d never been able to before. For so long, I’d had to satisfy myself with stolen glances and lingering looks I hoped no one saw. As a swimmer, he was without clothes often, but it was hard to fully appreciate him the way I so desired in a room filled with other people.
Now we were alone.
Now I could drop my ever-present guard and devour him with everything I am.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” I murmured, overfull with repressed desire.
He said nothing as I reached out, peeling open the jeans a little more, revealing the black fabric of his boxers. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I pulled the paint-splattered pants down his legs until they pooled at his feet.
His legs were hairless too. The only hair on his body was the curls on his head. He was all long, lean muscle without an inch of give. The tightness of his form was so fucking sexy, the muscle he worked hard for more than capable of withstanding my intensity.
The boxers strained against his erect dick, and as I stared, it throbbed under the attention. I made a sound in the back of my throat, curling a single finger beneath the waistband, dragging it back and forth against his skin. His body rippled and moved, responding to the slightest of touches. Not even the falling water could mask his intake of breath or the way his body began to vibrate like an exposed wire.
Dragging away from his center, my finger caught on the defined V muscle carving out his hip. I explored that little valley, rocking the length of my finger in the dip. A light whimper punctuated by a full-body shudder brought a satisfied smile to my lips.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of touching you. Of dragging my fingers over every inch of your smooth skin. When you swim, the water skims over you like a silky caress, and it makes me so insanely jealous, knowing something can touch you like that but I never could.”
He made a muffled sound, and I lifted my eyes, more truths spilling off my tongue.
“Did you know I would watch the water droplets trickle over your body and wish it was my tongue?”
Another broken sound echoed behind his closed lips, and the rising desire in his eyes made me feel powerful.
