I laugh at the way he takes a step forward like he wants to touch me but is holding back.
“Glad we’re on the same page because I neither have a warm coat to go home with nor the willpower to stay away from you.”
“We can come back tomorrow to clean up the rest.” Julius drags me by my hand, only stopping by the coat stand to grab his and put it over my shoulders.
I slide my arms through the sleeves, drowning in the coat.
“Fuck, you look really cute like that,” he says, pulling me closer.
“Like what?”
“Like you belong to me.”
“How possessive of you. I kinda like it.”
“Good. Let’s go so I can show you how possessive I can be.”
11
JULIUS
Even though Idragged Constantine out of the center ruled by my dick, during the drive to my place, my brain is in overdrive.
It’s not a long drive so we don’t say much, and it’s clear from Constantine’s silence as he follows me inside that we need to talk.
“Do you want to take a shower with me?” I ask.
He toes his shoes off by the door and hangs my coat. “I get to see you naked and wet? Yes, please.”
His teasing tone doesn’t quite hit the right note. I’m not sure if his sudden change of mood is because of the emotions he’s going through after witnessing Leo and Kay’s conversation, because I overheard it, or if he’s afraid it will scare me off.
I may have to wait until we’re both naked and he’s talking before I can reassure him, but I’m determined to do that. I knew from the moment I met Constantine that he was special, but the stolen kisses, the flirting, the working together?
Falling for him was as inevitable as cinnamon and apple or peaches and cream.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” I take his hand and don’t stop until we’re through my bedroom and in the attached bathroom.
Constantine removes his shirt and throws it on the floor. His chest is covered in tattoos.
“Fuck, Constantine. You…” I shake my head, my tongue too big in my mouth to generate any words. I trace them slowly, loving as his breathing changes under my touch. The outline of his cock makes my mouth water, so I drop to my knees and help him out of the rest of his clothes.
I look up and see him watching me.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I stand and get rid of my clothes. My hard cock answers his question for me.
“You’re so big.”
I laugh. “What can I say? I’m perfectly proportional.”
“That you are.” He licks his lips and bends over, taking the head of my cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, fuck, Constantine. Give a guy a warning.”
He sucks my resolve to take things slow and to talk first out through my dick, so I pull him up and turn the water on. It’s still warming when I drag us both into the shower and push him against the tiles.
“Tell me you want me inside you because I need you so fucking much,” I growl against his neck, sucking his wet skin. He smells like his cologne and cake batter, a mix I feel was made only for me because, with just one lick of his skin, I want more. I want every little inch of Constantine.
