My heart flutters. Did he just suggest that? “On a bed?”
He smiles and nods.
I scoop him into my arms. As I stand, he wraps his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, making carrying him easier.
“It’s fun dating someone who’s so much bigger than me,” he says as I carry him into his bedroom.
I wish I’d put blossom petals on the beds now. “It’s fun dating someone smaller than me.”
He grins. “I’m not going to get any taller. I think my growth spurt days are long gone.”
“You’re the perfect size.” I lay him on the bed and kneel over him, leaning down to kiss him. “The perfect fit for me.”
He drags me down for another kiss and strokes my nape with his fingers. I rest on my forearms so I can run my fingers through his hair and stroke his cheek. We kiss for some time, our tongues tangling as we caress each other. My knees start to ache, so I tentatively move position, so I’m lying over him.
“I’m not squashing you, am I?”
“No.” He runs his fingers over my jaw. “It’s nice lying like this.” He cracks a smile. “You’re like one of those weighted blankets. Warm, comforting, and just the right weight to make me feel safe.”
“I make you feel safe?”
“You always have, Addy.”
I kiss him again. “I’m glad.”
He parts his legs, allowing me to rest between them. Our groins brush, which makes more blood rush to my cock. I gasp. Fitz’s eyes widen.
“Do you want me to move?” I ask.
“No.” He pulls me to him for another kiss, which I do gladly.
His hands sweep over my shoulders and upper back while I caress his side and hair. The more we kiss, the harder I get, and I can feel him getting hard too. My instinct is to grind against him, which I somehow know will appease the needy aching in my cock. When he tugs at my shirt and lifts it, I stop kissing and stare at him in surprise.
“Take it off,” he whispers.
I sit upright, undo a few buttons, and then pull it over my head. I throw it onto the floor and go right back to kissing him. Now that I’m topless, I want to feel his skin against mine, so I begin to undo his shirt buttons slowly, working my way from the hem to the collar. He doesn’t still my hand or ask me to stop. He just keeps kissing and touching me. I love the way his fingers slide along my jaw and through my beard. The skin around his mouth is starting to get red from beard rash, but he keeps kissing me fervently.
When all his buttons are undone, I brush the fabric aside to expose his chest. He’s only got the slightest trace of hair on his chest, so light it’s barely there. I press against him, soaking up the warmth of his body.
“Are you good?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.”
His hands are sweeping over my shoulders and back again, and he’s kissing me as though it might be the last chance he ever gets. He makes the most adorable whimpering sound every time my tongue slips into his mouth. The more we kiss, the more my cock begs for release.
I tear my mouth from his, gasping for air.
“Addy?” Fitz’s brow is pinched with concern.
“I’m okay.” I use my knuckle to stroke his face. “Just getting a little too hot and bothered.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Longing and fear swirl in his eyes, and I suspect he sees the same in mine. I want to be closer to him, to touch him in ways that will make him come, but I’m terrified I’ll push too fast too soon and scare him away. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if that happened.
“Maybe we should have dessert now?” I suggest. That would give us time to cool down.
Fitz breathes in sharply. I hold my breath while I wait for him to answer me.
