Chapter Twenty-Three
Shivering as if chilled, Elliot stepped away from Win. “Don’t. Don’t think you have to say it to me because I was stupid enough to let it slip out.”
Amusement brimmed in Win’s eyes. “Is that what you think? That I’m only saying it because you did?” His expression grew serious, and Elliot’s breathing slowed. The magnitude of this moment weighed heavily on him, and he searched Win’s face, memorizing the pores of his skin, the fullness of those lips Elliot ached to feel pressed to his, the burnished gold strands of tangled hair hanging over his brow. A face he’d seen flushed with passion and tighten in pain, and Elliot knew if given a chance, he’d want to spend every day loving Win, helping to heal his heart.
“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to say it, and certainly not in front of Spencer and Wolf. But I’m not holding you to a tit-for-tat. Now that you’ve told me about Kevin, I understand why you didn’t want to get close.”
“You don’t think we’re close?” Elliot’s breath hitched when Win leaned in to run his nose down the curve of his cheek. “You’re wrong. When I’m with you, when I’minsideyou, we’re as close as two people can get. And still I want more. I can’t get enough of you. That’s how I knew.” Those strong hands had the capacity to weaken him with a single touch, as they did now, and Elliot ached with pleasure as Win’s fingers played over his skin.
“Knew what?”
“That I love you. I’d gotten used to being empty and merely existing. You bring me a joy I believed gone forever. I thought I could keep you out of my heart, but that’s exactly where you’re supposed to be.”
Hot and demanding, Win’s mouth settled over his, and Elliot fell into that kiss, drawn into the spin of an ever-tightening whirlpool of joy and desire. Win’s tongue nudged its way past his lips, and Elliot welcomed it, tangling his fingers in the silken waves of Win’s hair.
“Upstairs,” he choked out, and with Win holding him around the waist, they stumbled up the steps, hitting the wall, rendering askew the pictures hanging there. They paused at the top, and Win pushed him against his bedroom door, studying his face for so long, Elliot grew nervous, thinking Win had changed his mind.
“What? Are you having second thoughts or regrets?”
“Regrets are only for chances not taken. Falling in love with you isn’t a chance. I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Win captured his mouth for a moment before breaking the kiss. “I love you. And if I have to spend the entire night making love to you to prove it, it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
“You’re a trouper.”
In all his previous relationships, Elliot had spent more time molding himself into the image of who he believed his boyfriends would want than he did making sure his needs were satisfied. Second in line was his usual place; no one had ever put him first, including himself.
“What I am, is wanting you so bad, I might explode the second you touch me.” Win’s growl crawled through him like an accelerant, lighting a path through his bloodstream.
Nerves quaking, he pulled Win through the doorway to the darkened room. “I want you too.”
Once inside the bedroom, Win took command, stripping him of his clothes first, then removing his own, and Elliot sat on the bed, admiring the strong flex of shoulder muscles and the broad chest narrowing to firm hips and thighs. Noticing his stare, Win grinned and planted both feet wide in front of him.
“Like what you see?” When Elliot licked his lips, Win ran his hands over his chest and stomach, lingering at his groin. “That V, those abs, my ass…” He turned and struck a pose as Elliot groaned. “How am I doing?”
“You’re never going to forget that list, are you?”
Chuckling, Win drew his hand up and down his erection. “Forget it? I’m thinking of framing it and putting it in the bedroom.”
Awareness sizzled through him at those words. Was Win planning on living together? How would that work? If he had the choice, he’d want to start fresh and live in Win’s house, putting behind him the memories of his unhappy childhood in his home. But there was little time for him to think and no decision could be made with Win standing naked, hard, and ready in front of him. Elliot’s breath came in short, hard pants, and he reached out, pushed Win’s hand away, and grasped the hot, rigid length.
“I need you now, in my mouth, in my body. You’re already in my heart.” Without giving Win a chance to answer, Elliot slid his lips over the thick head. The scent of Win consumed him, and he closed his eyes as bliss overtook him and he lost himself in his taste.
“Elliot,” Win moaned in the hushed darkness. “Elliot, please.” His voice was now frantic, matching the thrust of his hips, and Elliot swirled his tongue around the velvety-smooth shaft of Win’s dick and sucked harder. “I want you now.”
He released Win, and they crawled together on the bed, their limbs tangled in a hot slide of arms and legs. Mouths fused together, Elliot clutched at Win as their tongues played, rubbing, licking, sucking. Win’s erection prodded his belly, and his insides clenched. “More. I need more of you.”
“You have me. Everything I have is yours. Every part of me is part of you now.”
Win fetched the lube and a condom, coated his fingers, and tossed Elliot the condom. “Hold on to that,” Win said with a chuckle. “Looks like it’s your last one. We might have to switch houses later.”
Eyes intent, Win crawled over to where Elliot lay spread out and waiting, and Elliot grasped him around the neck to pull him down for a kiss. “Or we can not use them at all. I had my physical a few months ago, and I got tested. It’s been over eight months since I was with anyone else.”
From beneath hooded lids, Win studied him, and then, light as a snowflake, brushed their lips together. “That would be incredible. You already know I haven’t been with anyone else but you in five years.”
A fierce possessiveness flooded him, and he captured Win’s mouth in a hard, demanding kiss that quickly turned to him pleading and begging for release as Win slid first one finger inside him, then a second. Shameless and greedy for more, Elliot worked himself on the press and slide of Win’s fingers. God, the man knew where and how to touch him to drive him wild.
“Are you ready?” Win pulled out, replacing his fingers with the smooth, round head of his cock. As the head breached his tight opening, Elliot panted, and he couldn’t help the low, deep moan that burst from his lips.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” He’d never gone bare, and the incredible heat and thickness filled him to the core. Win thrust and withdrew over and over, the drag and slide of his cock excruciatingly slow, turning Elliot into a pleading, crying mess. “Fuck. Please, Win, please.” His head thrashed on the pillow, and he locked his legs around Win’s muscled hips, his own aching shaft caught between his belly and Win’s tight abdomen.
