I brush past him, but the moment I take one step down the stairs, his fingers are closing around the hem of my shirt.
“Wait,” his voice sounds shaky. “What—what was that?”
“What was what?”
“That,” he sounds shaken. “Why... Why do you want to be close to me?”
I just shoved my dick against your ass and these are the types of questions you’re asking me? It’s a new irritation beneath my skin knowing how dense you really are. I turn with a half scowl, “You’re really asking that after—”
My words are stolen when I finally see his face.
My heartbeat falters and I can’t seem to move.
Christian averts his eyes like he usually does, but this time there’s a blush to his cheeks I’ve never seen before, “Explain it to me. You’re my boss. There should be distance—”
“Is this why you ran from me?” My eyes are pinned to his energy. Colours I swore would take me weeks to bring to the surface are already there, shining brightly.
Affection. Lust. Warm tones that don’t suffocate or blind me.
No. I tilt my head. Maybe I’ve lost my mind. There’s a chance I’m hallucinating from the stress.
His mouth snaps shut as he stares at the floor and this time there are more colours—doubt, anxiety. But still, those two are there in the background, like a wallpaper that won’t be scratched off, varying shades of purples and pinks.
“You’re my boss,” he repeats it as though he’s trying to convince himself and releases my shirt. I can already tell he’s trying to retreat, “There should be distance—”
The moment he’s stepped back I've swung my ankle behind his. He winces as he hits the ground. By the time he’s gathered his bearings, I’ve boxed him in on the floor, and his lips hover so close beneath mine, I could dart my tongue out and lick them.
“What are you doing?” He glowers but the heat in his eyes is unmistakeable.
“I have to make sure I'm not hallucinating.”
It’s such a pretty fucking colour.
Exasperation clouds his face. “What are you talking abou—”
I capture his words with my lips, darting my tongue into his mouth like a starving man and he releases a gasp that travels straight to my erection.
He tastes absolutely sinful. His lips part for me and when I sweep my tongue across his, he shivers beneath me. His blue eyes are bright up close, and each time I suck the tip of his tongue or tug on his lower lip, the lust in them intensifies like a blaze. He lets me have my way, as if he doesn’t know how to match me, but every time I pull my tongue away, his reaches for mine. There’s a pink blush to his skin and a hazy need in his eyes.
I pull away because I just love toseeit. The colours of lust and need on him. The pleading look in his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Fuck, unravel for me,”I plead softly as I grind my erection against him. He’s just as hard as I am, and the friction sends a jolt of pleasure through his entire body, because his head tilts back. His chest rises and falls in deep, breathless motions and his usual stoic mask is shattered between us, because he’s watching me like he needs me.
I want to shatter it even more. I want to leave something even needier and wanton in its place.
I want to make you mine.
“Of all the things you could’ve shown me today,” I mutter, unable to pull my gaze away. I still think there’s a fair chance that I’m hallucinating… so I shove two of my fingers into his mouth and his lust spikes.
“Reuwen—”
“I’m making sure.” I cut him off and his hands push against my chest as I play with his tongue. I grab both his hands to pull them over his head and hold him down by his wrists. While one hand holds him there, the other dips back into his mouth to roll his tongue between my fingers. The fire in my blood delights when he shivers beneath me.
His breaths are uneven, and lust has fully slipped into his eyes because he rubs his cock against me and each motion drives a low growl from my throat.
“You’ve wanted me for days, haven’t you?” For some reason, it both turns me on and pisses me off. I could’ve had you two nights ago against the door of your room but you fuckingstalledthis.
“We’re—” Reason flickers into his eyes for barely a moment as he squirms in my grip, “on a mission—”
