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“I should…”
“I was going to…”
They both speak at the same time, and Rian cups his face in his hands, trying to stifle a laugh.
“I’ll go shower,” Rian finally mutters.
He glances at Ty. He is worrying his lower lip, looking at the floor as if he is trying to decipher some ancient code written in the sand-worn tiles.
We’re a mess,Rian is thinking as he enters the bathroom, deeply inhaling the scent of the man, who will share his bed tonight.
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Tayida – Ty – Beloved One
SEPTEMBER 2022
Baby Bran is finally settled and Ty can hear that Rian is quietly making his way to the bathroom. Rian showers in the dark, leaving the door open. The urge to go to him is strong. The vision of water cascading over Rian’s beautiful body is too much, as it leaves him lightheaded with need.
Ty has had all day to ogle him, and Rian is certainly no longer the boy he remembers. This man Ty is so in love with is filled with determination. He cares for his son with confidence. Why is that so freaking sexy? Suddenly, Rian being a father makes him even more irresistible.
His body is as beautiful as ever - smooth lines, long elegant limbs, gorgeous creamy skin. But he is all man - solid and strong. And his eyes? They are burning with a brand-new intensity Ty is yet to become intimately familiar with.
Oh, he so hopes he will. He wants that flaming passionate look devouring him from head to toe. Ty wants Rian’s arms wrapped around him in a crushing embrace. He wants to lose his breath in a searing kiss they share. He needs to be one with the love of his life.
The sound of running water brings him back to reality. He needs another goddamn cold shower, or he might do something stupid.
Tayida absentmindedly thinks about how jealous he is of the water that would cling to the sensitive skin of Ri’s nipples. He can vividly imagine the soapy liquid gliding down his abs and groin. He wishes he could dry Rian with his tongue.
Fuck! Cool it, Tyger.
He palms himself, then gives himself a hard tuck, eliciting more pain than pleasure. He reminds himself that this is not the time to be getting distracted with fantasies. Rian is nowhere near the state of mind to be sexual. Not after everything he’s been through.
Not after the way Harris must have treated him.
The image of Harris dragging Rian by the hair, comes rushing back to him.
Ty vows to do things at the pace Rian sets. He would never force Rian into anything. Ty will never assume Rian wants intimacy unless Rian explicitly tells him so. Ty won’t ever push or demand. He would only take what is given. He would cherish Rian.
He still won’t allow himself to believe Rian even wants him that way.
Even though…fuck…Ty feels the tension between them. He feels Rian’s warmth and his breath grazing his skin when he is close. The sensation of his closeness lingers like phantom impressions on Ty’s flesh. The mere memory makes him shiver.
He rubs his hands over his face, then goes out on the small balcony overlooking the tiny beach they have access to. Not a single light in sight, not a living soul for miles. Ty and Ri are alone, and for once the darkness that surrounds them feels comforting.
After several long moments to himself, breathing deeply outside, allowing the clean cool ocean breeze to soothe his restless body, he has almost convinced himself he can handle this proximity they now must exist in. That the sight of Rian doesn’t excite him. That Rian’s smile doesn’t do things to his heart. That every time Rian reaches for him, and Ty can feel his warmth, time doesn’t stand still, and all life doesn’t become muted around them.
His self-assured delusions crumble and fall at the sound of Rian’s quiet steps entering the room.
Rian only has to whisper, “Tayida…” and his whole body follows that one word, his own name, like an order he can’t refuse. Rian is showered in moonlight, his fair smooth skin and light blond hair reflecting it. He appears ethereal and unreal to Ty, impossible to resist and so intensely beautiful. Ty is overwhelmed with emotion.
Rian is right there beckoning him. Ty has forgotten his own vows of restraint. His resolve to keep his hands to himself is melting faster than it takes for him to walk the four steps from the balcony to Rian.
His gorgeoussirenlooks at him imploringly, so innocent and trusting.So willing.Ty hates himself for wanting to touch Ri so much that his hands are trembling. He must tighten them into fists to stop himself from reaching.
“What do you need, Ri?” he barely mutters, as Ri edges closer into his space, as if daring him to lose control.
Rian takes another step closer and leans further in, placing a hesitant hand over Ty’s right pec. He gently rubs the raised flesh of his nipple with his thumb as he watches the quickly hardening nub, spellbound. Ty’s skin is flushed and covered in goosebumps at the same time. Ri’s other hand rests ever so lightly on Tayida’s hip, pulling him closer. Ty can see his Adam’s apple bobbing as Ri swallows hard, before he murmurs, “You.”
