my gracious, his voice is low and deep and he might as well have just asked me to have sex with him for how sensual it sounded in those two syllables. My name. That’s all he said and I’m a lit firework.
Slowly I lift my eyes, cataloging every feature along their path. The quick bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. The scruffiness that covers his strong, square jaw and chin and around his mouth. My fingers itch to feel it under my nails.
“Addy,” he says again.
I nod my head. Just barely. So slight, in fact, I’m surprised he notices but he does.
“You have to tell me the words, Addy. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore so if you’re not okay with me coming into your bedroom right now, then you need to tell me. I have no more will power left to stop myself so you have to do it for us. And if you don’t, I’m going to lay you out beneath me and I’m going to spend the next several hours discovering every inch of your body that I’ve missed out on the last decade that I’ve wanted you with every cell of my being.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “Yes.” The word is barely out of my mouth when I’m being pushed back, my bedroom door closing behind us and locked. With one hand around my waist, he keeps walking us until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed.
“Addy. I need to kiss you,” he says in the lowest voice I’ve ever heard from him.
And when he follows it up with our first real kiss?
I want to cry and scream and jump up and down with happiness all at once.
And thank goodness he’s not finished. Oh, no. He’s far from finished. He pushes me onto my back, my leg bent in between his and then his tongue is inside my mouth.
Beau’s kissing me.
Really, really kissing me. It’s an unforgettable kiss that has my toes curling and my fingers gripping his shoulders as our tongues tangle and plunge. We kiss like our lives depend on it until we have to separate to catch our breath. My head turns to the side as he devours my neck. Licking, sucking, biting. It’s all so much and not enough. Our mouths collide again in a frenzy. Our hands roaming and touching. Under my shirt, his callouses against my side sends shivers rolling through my body. My nails drag down the muscles of his chest, loving the feel of his strength. His fingers grip my thigh, flexing and massaging. It sends a spark right to my center.
Then it hits me. I can’t go further with him until he knows. He needs to know, deserves it. He had the courage to tell me how he felt and I didn’t return the favor.
I pull away, my head slamming hard into my pillow.
His eyes dart over me, checking me out but this time not in a sexual way. He’s worried. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Feel okay? Am I pushing you too much?”
“No. No, I feel fine,” I assure him. “A little tired, but fine.”
“Okay, then.” He pauses but I can tell he doesn’t fully believe me. He leans up on an elbow. “You sure? We can go to sleep right now.”
I shake my head and look him in the eye. “If you stop now, I’ll be forced to get violent. I want you, Beau. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life. I’ve wanted all of you for a long time and that won’t ever go away. I know this because for the past several years, I haven’t been with anyone besides myself because no one compares to you.”
He lets out a feral growl and slams his mouth onto mine, twisting so he’s draped over me. His hard and strong body a welcome weight on top of me. His hands cradling my head. It feels so good to be touched by him. With him. In the way I’ve longed to be with him for so many years.
“Why did we wait so long?” he asks, lips against my skin as he kisses all over my face. My cheeks, tip of my nose, forehead, eyelids, ending, blissfully, on my lips, preventing me from answering. Not that it matters, because I don’t have an answer anyway. As far as I know, the only reason either of us wasted time not admitting to each other that we want more than friendship