“Good,” he said, then planted a gentle kiss on my lips. “I haven’t done this in, well, years, but I think I remember how to make someone feel special. But I need you to know something, and it’s important.”
I cocked my head. “What’s that?”
“This isn’t just sex for me. I care about you, Theo. Like, a lot. I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but you’ve dug a hole in my heart and crawled inside. I don’t think I could kick you out if I wanted.”
I couldn’t resist. “So, I’m basically a mole cricket?”
“I’m . . .” Jeremiah squinted. “A what?”
“You know, they dig holes all over the yard and are almost impossible to get rid of.”
Jeremiah stared a moment, then his head fell forward to land on my shoulder as his body shook with laughter.
“I bare my soul, and you bring up yard bugs?”
I kissed the side of his head and whispered, “You want all of me? You get the bugs, too.”
Chapter 28
Jeremiah
This man. This nerdy, awkward, adorably cute smarty-pants.
He’d already destroyed me.
I was done.
And I knew it.
“I’ll take the yard and the bugs and any other critters you want to throw at me . . . as long as I get to keep you, too.”
Theo’s smile blossomed into the most brilliant thing I think I’d ever seen as I lifted my head from his shoulder. Then he kissed me again, and I forgot my own name.
It felt as though my words flipped some internal switch in him, because every ounce of hesitation or doubt I could see in his eyes and touch vanished. His grip on my back firmed—as did his erection now growing beside mine.
His lips devoured mine as his tongue explored and caressed and captured my mouth.
I gripped the sides of his head in both hands and held him there, joined in passion, never wanting to let go.
But he had other plans.
He grabbed my shoulders roughly, and with a strength I hadn’t known the scrawny boy possessed, spun me around and tossed me onto the bed again. Before I could gasp or laugh—or anything—his weight fell atop me in a blessed wave of air-stealing pressure.
His kisses grew hungrier.
His cock harder.
His rutting against me more primal.
I barely caught a breath before his next kiss stole it from my lungs.
Then his lips vanished and teeth dug into my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” was all my brain could manage as he trailed down my neck, licking and nipping, until reaching my collarbone, then upper pec, then . . .
“Shit, Theo, my nipples are really sensiti—”
He bit down.
