He drags the heel of his palm down my dick, and I arch into his touch.
“What have I made you?” I breathe, stepping closer to him, tilting his head back with a twist of my hand, and sucking on his neck. He tastes like wine and caramel, like the best fucking dessert.
“You’ve made me delirious. Obsessed. I can’t think of anyone but you.”
I bite down on the tendon beneath my lips, making him cry out.
“Fuck me, please, Cade. Fuck the madness right out of me.”
I pull back so he can see my face. So he can understand how much I mean this. “If you let me do this, you’ll be mine forever.”
His lips tilt shyly. “Promise?”
I growl, hauling him up and setting him on the bed. He stares up at me expectantly as I rip my shirt from my chest and undo my pants.
I consider dragging this out, teasing him until he can’t take it anymore. But he looks too delectable sitting there, squirming like he can’t wait for that ass to be filled. I know right at this moment there won’t be any teasing. Not tonight. Not this time.
We’re too desperate to wait.
I tumble into his waiting arms, kissing him roughly. We roll around on the bed for a moment until he ends up beneath me. His legs slot between mine as I grind down against him.
Each kiss has me seeking another. Each touch has me craving more. I can’t get enough of him. He could be mine for the rest of my life, and I’m still not sure if that’d be enough.
It’s a dangerous feeling—a want like this. It’s like a fire under my skin. Threatening to consume me.
I won’t let it. I can control it.
Ansel moans my name against my mouth, an endless tattoo.
Cade. Cade. Cade.
“That’s right.” I nibble at his jaw, thrusting my erection against his. “Say my name, butterfly.”
He whimpers as I find a tender patch. I lave my tongue over it, kissing along his jawline until our lips connect once more.
Ansel’s kisses are as desperate as mine. He whines against my lips, sucking on my tongue until my eyes roll back in my head.
It’s so much, but not enough. I need him naked, need to be as close as physically possible. If I could crawl into Ansel and set up camp, I would.
I keep that thought to myself, at least for now. Like my brothers said, he doesn’t need to see all my crazy up front. We can save some for special occasions.
Our breathing is labored now. The bed is creaking under us as we writhe together. I pull myself up just enough to rip his shirt off. The material hangs in tatters, but from the moan Ansel gives, I don’t think he minds.
“That was an expensive shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred more.”
With his chest exposed, I lick my way down it, sucking on his nipples, sliding my tongue into his belly button, and then biting my way down his hips. Everywhere I go, I taste him.
Salty and sweet.
Beautiful.
As I tear his pants from him, leaving him completely bare, I shuck mine as well, pulling our cocks together and stroking. The sensation, the way we look together, is almost too much.
“See how we fit together,” I whisper.
“Perfect,” he moans and spreads his legs farther apart, his fingers grabbing on to my shoulders. His nails dig into my skin, and I hiss at the feeling of him scratching me. But I like it. I like everything about him. I want him to do this to me forever. I want him to pull me apart, look inside, and make a home.
