Melting - Sean Ashcroft Page 0,63

go to work tomorrow.”

That wasn’t nearly enough, but I’d have to take it.

“I mean,” Wes continued. “You’ve always got me, but… you know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “Seventy-four hours until you get here.”

“You’re not counting the minutes?” Wes teased.

“I’m counting the seconds.”

29

Wes

As soon as Hayden opened his apartment door, I pounced. If he’d been expecting anything else, he didn’t know me very well at all.

“Good to see you, too,” he laughed between kisses, one hand curled over my hip and gripping tight enough to bruise, the other playing with my hair, pulling out the strands as though he was checking for the fraction of an inch of growth since he’d last seen me.

“Less talking, more naked,” I said, slipping my hands into his sweats and finding nothing but bare skin under them.

I pulled back to raise an eyebrow, fingers still tracing patterns on his butt.

“Couldn’t risk opening the door naked.” Hayden shrugged. “Figured this was the next best option.”

I laughed, and it felt like the first time I’d done it in weeks.

“How do you keep being so hot?” I asked, swooping in for another kiss, heart soaring at the familiarity of Hayden’s aftershave, the new scent of the shampoo he used at home—one I’d never smelled before—and the warmth of his skin, the rasp of day-old stubble.

“There’s a bed,” Hayden murmured, but I was too busy kissing him again to really care.

Eventually we made it to the bedroom, my jacket already on the floor somewhere, one shoe missing, jeans open, Hayden’s hand under my t-shirt, rucking it up, waiting for me to stop kissing him long enough to pull it off over my head.

Maybe I’d start wearing button-downs with nothing underneath him, so he could undress me and kiss me at the same time.

The mattress creaked as Hayden pulled me down onto the bed, fresh linens smooth under my hand, every sensation a hundred times more intense than it had been for weeks.

“I missed you,” I said between increasingly desperate, needy, biting kisses, grinding down against him, hissing at the pressure of his cock against mine even through my underwear and his sweatpants.

Hayden shoved his hands into the back of my open jeans, grabbing handfuls of my ass and pulling me closer, grinding up against me, and this was already the best sex I’d ever had.

Not just because I’d waited for it, but because I’d been waiting for Hayden.

“Missed you too,” Hayden panted, fingers tightening on my ass, slipping under the fabric of my underwear and between my cheeks, possessive and demanding, everything I’d been attracted to in the first place.

There’d be time for slow, gentle sex later, when we were both exhausted.

Right now, I wanted his cock inside me as soon as humanly possible.

“Lube,” I demanded, and Hayden laughed into my mouth as he pulled a brand new tube and a handful of condoms out from under the other pillow without breaking the kiss.

“Impatient,” he said, but he’d already cracked the tube open, so I wasn’t the only one.

“This is the most patient I’ve been in as long as I can remember. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks.”

“Poor Wes,” Hayden teased. “You must have suffered.”

“You have no idea,” I murmured, kissing the bridge of his nose, the tip, his lips, his chin. “I wanna be on top,” I added against the curve of his ear, hearing him swallow thickly in response.

“You’re already on top,” Hayden said, voice rough already.

“Mmhmm,” I said, turning my face to kiss my way down his neck, running my hands over secret sensitive places, places I remembered, places I’d been dying to touch for so long. “And I’m staying that way.”

“You’ll have to take those jeans off eventually,” Hayden pointed out, slick fingers already exploring.

“Eventually,” I agreed, leaning in for another kiss, gasping at Hayden’s touch as he finally moved his fingers where I wanted them.

I moaned into his mouth, joy exploding like fireworks in my chest at being with him again. This was bliss, touching him again after so long apart, and I couldn’t ever remember wanting anyone more.

But then, I’d never been in love before. Not like this.

Eventually—like Hayden said—I did have to struggle out of my jeans, but the way he looked at me as I undressed made the few seconds of lost contact worth it.

“Have I ever told you how good you look naked?” he asked, grinning up at me as I straddled him again.

I bent down for another kiss, humming thoughtfully while I ground