He inhales a deep breath, then exhales and looks down at both our hands. I brush my thumb over the top of his hand and it flinches, but he doesn’t pull it away.
“In all honesty, I can’t really say that I’m totally shocked. All the flirting and the dirty comments you make to me discreetly when no one else is around. As much as I’d like to say it made me feel extremely uncomfortable, it didn’t. Actually, there were times when I didn’t want you to stop. I’ve been fraternizing over you for quite a while, too. I’ve kept my feelings hidden because I wasn’t sure you’d feel the same way, and I also thought to myself that there was absolutely no chance in hell that I would ever stand a chance with you.”
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah. And yesterday, when you pinned me against my desk before the Christmas party, I so badly wanted to kiss you but I knew I couldn’t. And then there’s— never mind.”
“No, what is it? What were you going to say?”
“It’s just …”
He hesitates, so I place my other hand on his thigh, but not in a sexual gesture, more of a reassurance that he can trust me.
“It’s okay. You can tell me, Dylan.”
“I’m not rich. You’re a multi-billionaire and I always thought I would never be worthy of you because I don’t have a lot of money and live the lifestyle that you have. I never thought you’d want to date someone who is penniless, living paycheck to paycheck, trying to pay off a car I can barely afford now, thanks to my shitty past.”
“Is that what’s bothering you?” I ask.
“Well, it’s kind of a big deal,” he says.
“Not to me it isn’t. Dylan, money isn’t everything. It doesn’t make or break a relationship, and it certainly doesn’t make you happy. Yes, it helps, I’m not going to lie, and it’s definitely helped me live the lifestyle that I want, but having money doesn’t mean that I’m always happy. You have to believe me when I say that. And besides, what good is it to me if I have no one to share it with?”
“But I just feel like I’m not your type and I can’t give you what you want.”
“Not my type? Are you serious right now? You need to stop selling yourself short. Did you not just say that I had you pinned against your desk yesterday, and you enjoyed it? I was almost ready to fuck your goddamn brains out. And had we not been at work and circumstances were different, I probably would have. And let’s not forget that hot as hell kiss we shared earlier. So yeah, you’redefinitelynot my type,” I say, sarcastically.
This is good. We’re finally making progress and getting everything out in the open like a normal couple. I know we’re not a couple, but the fact that he’s been so open about his fears anddoubts makes me love the guy even more. I just want to reach over and kiss the daylights out of him.
“This is certainly going to complicate things.”
“How so?” I ask.
“Well, with Dean marrying Elvis, and now the two of us,” he says.
“What’s so complicated about that? We’re consenting adults. We don’t need their approval, or permission for that matter. What business is it of theirs? Like you’ve said many times, we’re not related, so we’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Why does love have to be so damn complicated?” he asks.
“It doesn’t. Not when you know what, andwhoyou want.”
He lowers his head, and I reach out and touch his cheek with my palm, and when he raises his head again, I see that he’s crying.
“You are so damn beautiful, Dylan. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.”
I lean forward and press my mouth to his, delivering a gentle and delicate kiss, nothing like the one we encountered earlier. I then slowly deepen the kiss, and when I feel him loosen his tense body beneath me, I push him downward, so that he’s now lying flat on the couch and I’m laying on top of him. His body feels warm beneath me, even though we’re both fully clothed. He spreads his legs apart, allowing me to slide comfortably between his thighs, then I feel him wrap his hands around my waist. When I’m done with his mouth, momentarily, I suck on his lower lip before making my way down his neck, absorbing the feeling of the two of us together. Nothing else matters right now, just this moment, me and Dylan, together, finally. I take in his intoxicating scent, a mixture of smoke,alcohol, cologne, and fabric softener, probably from the fresh sheets in his bedroom where he slept last night.
Appreciating every delicious inch of him, I reach down and begin unbuttoning his shirt, and when his chest is fully exposed, I make my way down his neck and onto his chest, covering it with soft, seductive kisses. Ireach for the buckle of his belt and slowly pull the leather strap through the loops, and after unclipping the button, I lower the zipper. Islide my way back up between his thighs, our mouths meeting again, and this time I add more passion to my kiss, gently sliding my tongue into his mouth, and when I feel his tongue massage mine, it sends a shiver of electricity down my spine.
“I want you, Liam,” he whispers.
“And I want you, too. You really want to do this?” I ask.
He nods.
“Then let’s take this upstairs where we can be more comfortable,” I suggest.
I get off from on top of him, then hold out my hands and help him up off the couch. Then I place both my hands on his ass and scoop him into my arms. He wraps his feet around my waist and both his hands around my neck, then we embrace in another scorching kiss. With my hands firmly on his ass and his feet around my waist, I walk through the living room, up the stairs and down to my bedroom. I sit him down on the bed then take a step backward.
