Chapter Twelve
Fucking hell, I think I blacked out for a moment. I blink a couple of times, clearing the blurriness away. As soon as I can focus, I search for Everett. He lies next to me on his side, his head propped up on his hand, a bright twinkle in his eyes. I smile back. “Hi,”
I croak out. My throat is as dry as the Sahara Desert. I lick my equally dry lips.
“Hi, you’re back.”
Everett pushes my hair back from my sweaty face. I grimace. I must look a fright, but judging from the softness of his expression and the gentle kiss on my lips, it doesn’t matter.
“Yeah. That’s never happened to me.”
Like ever. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, some good, some great, but never so powerful my vision went black. God, how will I survive any more from him?
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, making my head swim. “Was that as good for you as it was for me? I didn’t take anything too far, did I?”
I giggle. Actually giggle. “No, we can agree we’re going to get on in bed. I saw stars, Everett, bloody stars.”
“You were incredible. You are incredible. It’s only been a few months, but you’re everything I’ve been looking for, hoping for.”
He cups my jaw in his palm. “You, Noah, are everything to me. You may think it’s too early, that we don’t know each other long enough, and that’s okay. I just wanted to get how I feel out there. I’m not expecting anything back. But if I’m not what you want, please tell me before I hand my heart over to you.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. It’s nothing like the post-orgasmic ‘I love you’. This is so much more. Is telling him I feel the same too soon? Maybe he’ll think I’m just responding without thinking it through. I knew that coming here would be the pivotal point in our relationship. I wanted to give myself to him. To show him who I really am. My initial shyness was more disbelief that he wanted to take me out.
Then finding out that he likes the same things in bed as me is amazing. I was worried he might have been a vanilla kind of guy, that I’d not enjoy myself fully. I’m not against vanilla. It can be satisfying. It has been in the past. But having him stare at me when I stretched out made me strong, brave, and ready for him to do as he wished. I guess there’s a lot more waiting in the wings too.
Everett watches me with concern in his eyes. Damn, I waited too long to reply. But he doesn’t need to worry. I’m going to give him my answer in the best way possible. As I push up from the way too-comfortable mattress, I press his shoulder, forcing him onto his back, and straddle him so my arse is resting over his hips. His cock twitches against my bum crack. I slide my hands over his chest and give each nipple a tweak. I bite my bottom lip. I lean back and grind into his junk, bringing his dick back to life.
“You’re everything I want and need. And not just in bed. There are so many things we haven’t explored yet. I have a list in my head. I’m sure you do as well.”
I wiggle some more, and his eyes dilate. “Everett, you are my everything too.”
“You’re such a dark horse. I would never have expected you to be so…”
“Kinky? Is that the word you’re looking for?”
Everett cocks his head to the side and lets his gaze roam over my body. “Maybe, but I was more thinking of forward, confident, amazing, and yeah, maybe a little kinky. Which I hadn’t expected.”
He takes my arms and pulls me down for a kiss. Tongues tangle and hands roam, but the loud growl of my stomach interrupts the moment. Everett smiles against my mouth as he lets go of my arse.
“Ignore it. Put your hands back there,”
I grumble against his lips, grabbing his hands to put them back on my bum.
“I’ve already had my hands there, and if you’re not careful, they’ll be turning your skin bright red.”
He keeps his hands on my arse, the tips of his fingers resting on the curve at the top of my thighs.
I moan and squirm at the idea of his calloused hands smacking the tender skin. He tightens his grip. “Oh, you’d like that. My little kitten likes to be spanked. I’ll remember that, but now it’s time to get cleaned up and have something to eat. I invited you for dinner if you remember.”
I jut my lip out, but he only chuckles and leans in to bite it. Not hard but enough for the sting to work its way to my dick. Everett gently pulls at my lip and slaps my arse. Yelping, I jerk back. With a devilish grin, he runs his hand over the spot soothingly, then smacks me again, a little harder this time.
Before I can react, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and, without any sign of exertion, picks me up and carries me into his bathroom.
Of course it’s as impressive as the bedroom. Instead of putting me down on my perfectly useable two feet, he sits me on the sink vanity unit. He wanders over to the taps in the wet room part. Hot water gushes out of the different shower heads that seem to be pointing in every direction. Steam quickly fills the room, and when Everett walks back to me, his hand outstretched, I hop down and take his hand.
“You don’t do anything on a small scale, do you?”
I let him pull me under the water.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m quite a big man. I like my space, so when I built this house, I made sure I had big enough rooms not to feel cramped. There are certain things I like that are small, though.”
He tips my head back. “I love that you’re smaller than me.”
He kisses me again.
I’ll never have enough of his lips on me, and when he glides his hands over my body, I lean into him and wrap my arms around his neck. Our tongues stroke and curl around each other until I need to move back and take a breath. “God, you’re going to kill me.”
He gives me an indulgent look and grabs the soap. “I won’t let that happen, kitten.”
We take turns soaping up each other’s bodies, talking and laughing the whole time. He strokes me through another orgasm, and I drop to my knees and return the favour. I can’t remember ever having so much fun with a man.
When we’re dried off and dressed again, Everett leads me out of the bedroom. “Would you like a tour or food?”
I glance around the wide landing and the four closed doors. Whatever’s in there can wait. “Food, please.”
As if agreeing, my stomach grumbles again.
“Let’s go, then. What would you like? Are you too hungry to wait for me to cook, or do you want a takeaway?”
“What did you want to make? I mean, if you plan on a sit-down roast, I prefer a takeaway, but if you’re thinking pasta, that will probably be ready before a delivery can get here. I can help. I cook a lot when Mum’s not feeling too good.”
His laughter fills the hallway as we walk into the kitchen, but mine dries up when I see the huge room. It takes up the whole back of the house, with large glass doors leading to the garden, which is lit up by the late evening sun. He obviously likes to spend time outside. There are loungers and an area with a table and chairs around a fire pit. To the side stands a large barbecue grill, but no gas bottle. He must cook with charcoal, which is so much better.
“Wine?”
He holds up a bottle of Gavi. A wine I love but can’t afford very often. I nod and look out the window again. When he stands next to me, he hands me the glass and faces out too. “Do you want to eat outside? I can put the heaters on.”
I shake my head and take a sip of the perfect wine. “No, it’s okay. Inside is fine. Another time, though, I’d love to. I’m hoping I’ll need the energy for later.”
I give him a wink, and he chuckles.
Cooking with Everett is fun. We mess about, laughing and sharing kisses as the diced chicken and veggies cook in the tomato and chilli sauce. But as he drains the pasta and stirs the sauce, he goes quiet. Something is wrong. Have I done something to upset him or to make him change his mind? When I give him a nudge with my shoulder, he breaks out of his reverie and gives me a gentle look that eases my panicking mind.
“Sorry, kitten, I was miles away for a moment.”
He scoops up the bowls of food and takes them to the kitchen table. I follow with the grated parmesan and some garlic bread he found in his freezer.
“Are you going to share it, whatever it is, with me?”
I twirl my fork into the strands of linguine. Hopefully, I appear nonchalant when, really, I’m a nervous wreck. “Is it me? Have I done something wrong?”
A heavy crease appears between his eyebrows and across his forehead. “No, kitten, I was just thinking how different this evening has been compared to what I thought would happen. And before you ask, it’s exceeded all expectations. You’re full of surprises. The shy young man I met a few months ago has gone.”
“Do you prefer me shy? I can be your shy boy if you like.”
I wink at him.
“Yeah? I’d like to see that.”