An arm snaked around his waist, jerking Emmett right up against Wilder, their bodies touching from thighs to chests.
He was forced to tilt his head back, his heart stuttering at how close Wilder’s lips were to his. All Wilder had to do was lower his head, and he’d have those wicked lips back on his. He wanted that. He wanted it so fucking much. He wanted every part of Wilder.
“He sounds like a piece of shit,” Wilder said with a growl in his voice.
“When we broke up, I went out and bought everything I could find with that scent.”
“Good. Fuck him. You smell fucking incredible.”
Wilder buried his nose in Emmett’s neck again, drawing in a deep breath before teeth dug into his skin. His gasp turned into a moan, heat rising inside him. Lips brushed against the raging pulse in his neck, the touch soft compared to the bite.
“I sometimes still?”
He shook his head, eyes squeezing shut. He hated how Heath still had control. He felt so fucking weak because he was still holding onto it all.
“Still what, Em?”
He raised his head, heart skipping a beat when he met Wilder’s dark gaze.
“It’s like he’s still in control sometimes. I’ll reach for my shampoo, and that little voice inside my head will tell me not to. That it’s not worth the fight we’ll get into.”
“If I ever meet this asshole, I’m going to fucking kill him for making you feel this way,” Wilder snapped.
Emmett shook his head. “He’s not worth it. He’s not worth a single thought in my head. I’m done letting the insecurities he fed lead my life.” He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly while he tried to gather himself. “I want you.”
Heat flared in Wilder’s eyes, and then a smile spread on his lips that had Emmett fighting for breath.
“Thank fuck,” Wilder exclaimed, and then he was jerking Emmett up against his body, mouth crashing down on his.
Hands on his hips backed him toward the counter, and when he hit it with a soft bump, Wilder lifted him onto it, never breaking the kiss. Fuck,yes. He spread his legs, allowing Wilder to press in close, one hand sliding into his hair.
He dug his fingertips into Wilder’s shoulders, kissing him with all he had. Wilder’s mouth and tongue consumed him. He’d never been kissed like that before, like he was someone worth worshipping. He wanted to get on his damned knees for this man. Wanted to worship him right back.
“Bed,” he gasped out.
Wilder made a guttural sound against his lips, then pulled back, taking Emmett with him. His feet hit the floor, and Wilder tugged him toward the door, hand in his. Wilder led them across the living room and into his bedroom, the door closing behind them with a quiet snick.
Wilder turned to face him, the smile on his lips playful in a way that made his pulse spike, heat unfurling inside him.
He couldn’t help biting his lip as he ran his gaze over Wilder, that leather cut fitting over his shoulders like it was made to be there, those jeans hugging him tight, leaving barely anything to the imagination.
As good as the man looked in leather, he needed Wilder naked. He needed to see that gorgeous body, even if he knew it would undo him.
He pulled his shirt off with jerky movements, dropping it on the floor, Wilder’s shirt landing right next to his. He caught himself staring at that ridiculously sexy chest of Wilder’s, his brain barely functioning at this point. He suspected it would only get worse once those jeans came off.
Wilder grabbed Emmett’s hands, pulling him a step closer and placing them on that sculpted chest he’d been dreaming about touching for longer than he dared admit to.
A tug on his hips made him look down to see Wilder’s fingers undoing his pants and showing them down his thighs. Long fingers wrapped around his hard length, drawing a pitiful moan out of him. Wilder’s lips found the side of his neck, and he was damned sure his eyes rolled into the back of his head when the hand on his cock started moving.
“Fuck,”Wilder groaned against his skin, pulling back to look at Emmett with lust-filled eyes. “I love how hard you are for me.”
He wasn’t sure what possessed him to say it, but the words came tumbling out anyway. “Just for you.”
Something carnal flashed through Wilder’s eyes.
Wilder released him, taking a step back, his voice hoarse as he said, “Get on the bed.”
Emmett swallowed hard, then toed off his shoes and kicked off his pants. He held Wilder’s dark gaze as he stepped around him, backing toward the bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress, and he sat down, putting his hands behind him to let Wilder see his body. See just how much he wanted him because he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Wilder.
