He chuckles, then leans in again, this time slower, sweeter.
“Boys, I think the girls are getting antsy. You’d better hurry,” Mrs. Eliza calls up from the bottom of the stairs.
“Just gotta grab my toiletries. Be down in a sec,” Cull yells, eyes still locked on mine.
“What?” I ask, a little self-consciously.
“Just can’t believe you’re mine is all.”
I snort a laugh. “You and me both. I half thought I fell into the river, then died and went to Heaven.”
“If Heaven’s a person, we’re both already there.”
Well, fuck. That was romantic as shit. I never knew Cull had this side to him. I’m learning quickly that maybe Hadley didn’t allow him to fully be himself.
That’s something I plan on changing.
“W-we should get a move on. Everyone will be waiting on us,” I stammer out, flustered by his proximity.
Cullen leans in and pecks me one more time. I swipe my tongue across my lips, already craving more of him.
“Don’t worry, there’s more where that came from. First chance I get you alone at that cabin, we’re diving into some… research,” he adds, smirking.
“Research?” I ask like an idiot.
“Mhmm. I want to know what spots on your body will make you gasp and which ones will make you moan. I want to know what you sound like when you come, and I absolutely want to know what you taste like.” He licks my lips, my stomach doing cartwheels.
“We have a lot of firsts to work our way through.” He smirks and walks back to his bag, casually tossing a few more things in, then grabs a T-shirt from the dresser.
I’m still too stunned to move after what he just said, but fuck, I’m excited. I’m ready to be therenow.
He comes back to where I’m still standing like a dummy in the bathroom. “Cat got your tongue?” he grins, smug as hell.
“I’d rather you have my tongue.”
“Oh, baby. Don’t you worry. I’ll have your tongue,” he pecks my cheek. “Your lips,” he kisses down my jaw. “Your hands,” nips down my neck. “And your cock.” He pulls away from me with a proud smile and grabs my hand.
Holy fuck—he’s going to kill me.
Cullen’s expression softens for just a second. “You good?” he asks, quieter now.
I nod, heart still sprinting.
“Good,” he says, kissing the corner of my mouth. “We’ve got all week.”
He starts to tug me to the door, but I stop him, yanking my hand free. “How am I supposed to walk past your mom with this tent in my shorts?” I motion down to where my dick is straining against the mesh fabric.
Heat flashes in Cullen’s eyes, but he chuckles. “I promise to make it worth your while.” He winks, then heads out of his room.
Confident Cull is sexy. But seriously, my dick needs to learn there’s a time and place to salute.
I take a breath and adjust myself, tucking it under the waistband of my boxer briefs. Not the most comfortable, but it’ll have to do until it decides to deflate.
I jog downstairs just in time to catch Cullen pulling out of a hug with his mom.
“Dad wanted me to tell you to have fun, and he loves you. He had to be down in Raleigh for a conference today, so he left around five this morning.”
“Are you going to be okay here alone?”
