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We’d showered and re-dressed, and after I had Keats show me how to make sure the new plants were adequately watered, I suggested a snack and some Netflix. He readily agreed and then we were on the couch, and twenty minutes later, his attention lasered in on me.
He pressed his shoulder to mine, closer. His body heat was heavenly. Electric.
He angled his face so all I could see was the sharpness of his jaw and the column of his neck.
I wanted to lick every inch of him.
His thumb traced lines across my thigh, sliding inward. Upward.
Then he made a low groan, almost a grunt, and I was about to burst into flames.
I turned side on. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He chuckled, his dark eyes full of promise and desire. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he murmured. “It’s all I can think about, and you’re so close but nowhere near close enough.”
Oh boy.
“Spontaneous combustion is a thing, I’ll have you know,” I said, my voice much breathier than I’d intended. “I’m very close to ignition, so if you have no intention of taming this fire, I might suggest you stop.”
He smirked and drew his hand further up the inside of my thigh, sliding, seeking, and steaming hot. “I don’t want to stop,” he breathed. His gaze met mine and the heat in his stole my breath. “I want to take you back to bed.”
I nodded, woodenly at first, then as though my head might wobble right off my shoulders. “Do you intend to fuck me?” I murmured. Somehow my voice worked. Barely.
He leaned in, his nose drawing up my jaw, and he whispered in my ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I said, far too quickly. My entire body felt charged, buzzing, and I wondered if spontaneous combustion was actually a thing.
I snatched up his hand, pulled him to his feet, and all but dragged him back to my bed. I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my jeans, trying to undress as fast as I could...
While he stood there and watched.
Like he was watching a gift unwrap itself.
Until he stilled my hand. He licked the corner of his mouth and swallowed hard as his gaze raked down my body and back up to my face. He skimmed his fingertips over my chest, drawing goosebumps in their wake, over my nipple, and when he reached my neck, he cupped my jaw, his thumb on my chin.
He tilted my face upward and crushed his mouth to mine, all lips and tongue, demanding.
And I let him.
In that moment, I would’ve let him do whatever the hell he wanted to me.
He was in charge; he was in control.
I fucking loved it.
He sucked on my tongue and ran his hands down my back, over my arse, and pushed my jeans down to the floor.
Hell yes.
But he was still dressed, and I needed him to be as naked as me.
I tugged at the hem of his sweater and he did the honours of pulling it off, then I fumbled with the button on his pants. He took my face in his hands and kissed me while I got his pants undone and pushed them down, and finally—finally—he was as naked as me.
His gorgeous dick jutting out proudly, pressing against me, the thick round head smearing precome on my belly.
I couldn’t wait to have it inside me.
He slowed the kiss, his forehead to mine, his eyes closed. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
