Chapter 35
MYLES
The master bedroom and ensuite bathroom were the first rooms I overhauled.
I’d even used some of the money Dad left me to buy a new set of bedroom furniture.
Sleeping in my old room would have brought back too many shitty memories of the last three years I’d lived in this house before I’d left, and using anything of Dad’s like that would have been even worse.
I’d slept on the living room couch until I’d had the space finished.
Even with all the work I’ve done downstairs, these two rooms are still my favorites, and ever since Charlie first came to see the house, I’ve been wanting to show him what I’ve done up here.
Right now though, I don’t think either of us give a damn about anything to do with where we are besides the fact that there’s a bed involved.
The moment we’re through the bedroom door, it’s like the hotel room all over again. Both of us throwing ourselves at each other, coming together in a tangle of hands and wet, greedy kisses as we stumble our way across the room.
We sort of collide with the bed, yanking each other down onto the mattress without separating once.
Charlie’s forehead knocks into mine when the back of my head bumps against the headboard, but apparently he’s as unwilling to let me go as I am him, because our kisses don’t even slow.
Instead, his arms slip back behind my neck, holding me closer.
His fingers stroke over the skin just below my hairline at the back of my head, and a rush of joy washes through me at the feel of his smile as he presses laughing kisses to my lips.
This is Charlie, and that one fact makes everything about this moment perfect.
Charlie.
My favorite person in the world, kissing me like his life depends on it.
My person.
A groan of protest breaks from me when he pulls away, but the next moment, he’s halfway straddling me, one knee planted between my thighs that instinctively part to make room for him.
For one long beat of my heart, he’s just kneeling there, looking down at me with this look I’ve caught in his eyes a few times before. It was one of those looks of his I’d never wanted to look away from, but until this moment, I’d never known what it meant.
Because I was the biggest fucking idiot in the world.
God, now that the blinders are lifted from my eyes and I know what’s behind that look, I can feel the wanting and emotion radiating from him as he stares at me.
“Charlie—”
I’m not sure I entirely trust whatever I’d been about to say, but before I can get anything else out, he’s turning the rest of my words into a moan as he drops down, bracing himself on his forearms and plastering his body to mine, so close that I can feel the pounding of his heart and the heaving of his chest. His thigh presses up between mine, the pressure of his weight against my dick lighting up my nerves and hijacking my senses like he’s the only thing that exists in the world.
The rock-hard outline of his shaft against the crease of my thigh is so obvious that it’s making me lose my damn mind.
All I can think now is how badly I want what we were doing downstairs on the couch again.
Feeling his hardness against mine was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And oh, fuck, if it was like that with both of us still fully clothed, how would it feel with both of us naked?
Charlie’s lips find mine just in time to swallow down the helpless moan that’s dragged from me at the thought, and then he’s dipping into my mouth with his tongue, using it to stroke more hungry, broken sounds from me, burning me up from the inside out.
Even with the barrier of our clothes between us, the weight and closeness of his body are overwhelming.
So much of his touch that I’ve always craved.
All at once.
Mine.
His hands are in my hair again, but with mine free to roam now, it’s like they’re being drawn irresistibly down his back, twisting in his shirt, stroking over his taut muscles, lower and lower until I can’t take it another second.
He gasps into our kiss when my hands cautiously graze the curves of his ass, grinding down harder than ever against me in a long, rolling motion that makes my balls tense with pleasure.
Fuck.
I need more—
With a groan I couldn’t keep in if I’d tried, I grab hold—two perfect, firm handfuls—and spread my legs, dragging him all the way between them so our cocks meet and rub through our pants.
Charlie moans out a stuttering, needy sound, circling his hips and arching against me, and fuck, I never want him to stop.
We’re not kissing anymore. Just panting into each other’s mouths, Charlie’s face resting against mine as we thrust and rock together. His grip on my hair tightens until it almost hurts, and under my hands, I can feel the flex of the muscles of his ass as he moves against me.
Holy shit, this is how he’d move if he were fucking me in this position. Exactly what his body would feel like as he moved inside me, just like this.
It’s too much. Something about that foreign thought is too hot, the feel of him just too good.
His hands clinging to me like he never wants to let me go— His warm, choppy breath and the low, needy sounds that come with them— His body covering mine and the friction of his hard, needy dick as he ruts against me like he’s as eager for more as I am— The way he shudders when I can’t stop my fingers from wandering over his ass, squeezing and exploring, because, much as I’m fixated with the out of nowhere desire to know how it would feel for him to drive into me with that cock I’m just aching to get to feel for real, I still want to bury mine deep inside him too.
Fuck, I want everything with him.
Pulses of heat are rolling down my spine, building the pressure in my balls and…
“Stop,” I gasp out, and instantly he freezes. Drops his hands from my hair. Lifts his head.
The skin around his lips is red from the way my scruff’s been rubbing at it, and the soft waves of his hair are rumpled, hanging down across his forehead.
Even with the sudden expression of worry pulling his eyebrows, his eyes are glassy and heavy lidded with desire. Two spots of red blaze on his cheeks.
So damn pretty…
“What’s wrong, Myles?” He tries to pull away from me, but I just tighten my grip on him. Shake my head. Don’t let him go. I can’t let him go.
“You were…going to…make me come.” The words are breathless and choppy as I struggle to get myself under control.
His tense body relaxes back against mine with a sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a moan. It’s so fucking sexy that I instantly know I’d do anything in the world to hear him make it again.
“You know, that really makes me wish I hadn’t stopped.” He shakes his head slowly. A full body shiver runs through him, and god, but his voice sounds every bit as wrecked as mine.
It takes all my effort to stay motionless beneath him. “You told me you want to take our time.” His dick is still pressed firmly alongside mine, and even though he’s still now, I know it wouldn’t take much to push me right back to the edge.
At least I have enough brain function left to see he still looks worried. Unable to make myself let go completely, I bring just one of my hands up from his ass to cup his cheek instead.
“I don’t want to rush through tonight, Charlie.” I stroke my thumb over his cheek, and a small smile spreads over his lips. “That is literally the only reason I stopped.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I lift my head. Nuzzle my nose along the side of his. “That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever done, and all I want is more of it.”
“Come here,” he tugs me up with him as he sits up, moving his legs from between mine to bracket my hips as he straddles me now.
My heart—and my cock—leap in unison at the hope and heat in his eyes as he scans my face before leaning in to kiss me.
It starts out slow and tender, both our hands buried in each other’s hair, but it doesn’t take long before he’s kissing me deeper, tangling his hands in the collar of my flannel to keep me pulled as tight against him as possible.
Then his grip loosens and his fingers drift to the button below my collar. He gives it a tug, pulling back enough to check for my reaction.
“Please.” I probably don’t need to say it. Hell, I’m sure how badly I want him to peel me out of my clothes has got to be written all over my face.
And oh fuck, but I’m hoping the fact that he’s doing this means I’ll get to do the same to him.
My mind is instantly back on that day in the forest. How smooth and irresistible his skin had been and how much I’d wanted to explore every inch of him. That freckle I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about getting my mouth on…
I can feel his fingers trembling as he fumbles to get the button free. Maybe some of it’s from how badly I know he wants this, but I know he’s still nervous.
God, I am too, but not the way he is.
I know him. He hasn’t let go of the fear that I’m going to rip this away from him before he even gets a chance to believe it’s real.
“Hey,” I catch hold of his fingers, pull them away from where he’s moved on to the next button. Bring them up to my lips. Kiss the soft tips of them.
Fucking hell, why is that so hot?
Apparently, he loves it too, if the way his eyes track the movement of my lips and how his already choppy breathing’s just gotten even more erratic. God, that makes it even hotter…
But that worry isn’t gone from his eyes.
“I want this, Charlie.” I give his hand a gentle squeeze. “I want you.”
He lets out a shuddery breath, but there’s a catch in it that sounds more like he’s trying to hold himself together than arousal.
“You want this too, right?”
“Ohmigod, yes.” He’s nodding frantically, clinging to my hand like he’s afraid I’ll leave. Fuck, I think that’s exactly what he is afraid of… “But,” he swallows hard. “You promise you’ll tell me if there’s anything you don’t like?”