These are the moments I love the most. After the moaning and sweating. After the amazing orgasms. When we’re snuggled up in Jett’s bed, talking, cuddling, touching, and kissing. I like to trace my finger over his skin, memorising every dip and curve, every freckle.
When we first started hooking up, he had a permanent storm cloud above his head. Now he’s almost always smiling. And if he’s not when I arrive, it’s not long before I manage to coax one out of him. His smile is beautiful. If I could, I’d tattoo his smile on my heart.
“You’re looking thoughtful.” Jett brushes my damp hair away from my forehead.
“I was just thinking I haven’t seen you scowl recently. I must have found the cure for your grumpiness.”
“Oh yeah? What?”
“Sex. And lots of it.” I tuck my hand under my cheek. “Are you still having fun exploring the things you enjoy doing with a guy?”
“Yes.” He tugs his brows together. “Are you still enjoying teaching me?”
“Yes.” I run my thumb over his lip. “I like spending time with you too.”
He threads his fingers through mine. “You’re fun to be around.”
If only that were an admission that he wanted more than this. I shouldn’t be greedy. I should be content with what we have. I am. Or I thought I was until Aria got into my head. I think back on every second we’ve spent together. The hot, sweaty ones and the sweet, tender ones. There is a chance he’ll choose me, isn’t there? I have to be patient.
He rubs his thumb between my eyebrows.
“What are you doing?”
“Exactly what you did to me in Scotland. Don’t you remember?”
I hadn’t even realised I was frowning. I snigger. “How could I forget?” I nuzzle the tip of my nose against his. “I got to steal your innocence.”
He scowls. “I wasn’t innocent.”
“Eh, I meant figuratively.”
“Of course you did.” He taps my nose. “I like it when you’re silly.”
I fake a pout. “But you don’t like me the rest of the time?”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
I roll onto my back and fold my arms. “No, I don’t. I think you should make it up to me.”
“How?”
“By telling me how amazing I am.” I grin. “Or you could let me bring the handcuffs over next time.”
His pupils shrink.
“No need to look so panicked. I was joking.” I wriggle my shoulders. “Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
I turn onto my side and push up onto my elbow. “It would be hot.”
“What would?”
I straddle him and catch hold of his wrists. “Me, cuffing you to the bed.” I pull his arms up so his wrists are side by side against one of the metal poles that form a headboard. “And then riding your cock until you’re begging for mercy.”
He shivers beneath me.
“See? You’re turned on just thinking about it.” I kiss him and then release his wrists. I get off him and cuddle up against him. “You’d have to trust me to set you free after.”
