Either way, I gave him space.
Mental space.
Because I wasn’t leaving his side anytime soon.
I let my own eyes droop shut. I didn’t doze off, but I definitely left the room.
Gentle hands on my face roused me sometime later.
Fen was closer, leaning over me, gaze intense but lighter than it had been when he’d shut his eyes at the end of his fucking horrible tale. He smiled a little and it was like the glittery sunlight hitting the virgin snow on Christmas Mountain. “Can I kiss you?”
“Why are you asking when you’ve kissed me a thousand times already?”
“Because it feels different now.”
It did. But I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t gather the threads of the past few weeks, months, and years and build a tangible map of how we’d got here.
I could only kiss him, so I did, and the moment our lips touched, the fire between us sparked hotter than it had ever been. Fen covered me with his body, his mouth taking mine, his tongue sliding between my lips. He stole my breath. My coherent thought. All I had sluicing through me waswant want wantand I was powerless against it.
I threw a leg over Fen’s hip and rolled us, forcing him onto his back, straddling him how I’d pictured when he’d first flopped onto my bed. I ground against him, feeling his hard length against me, the bulge in my own jeans leaving me dizzy.
We kissed again, deeper, fiercer. I slid my hands under Fen’s clothes, finding his warm skin, and pressed down on his cock.
He groaned, throaty and raw, and I nearly lost my fucking head. Then reality caught up with me, and my subconscious put the brakes on.He doesn’t want this, remember? Stop pushing him.
I pulled back, panting. “Sorry. You make me crazy sometimes, you’re so fucking hot.”
Fen stared, breathing as hard as me.
Harder.
He took my face in his hands and whispered my name. “Rami?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to stop.”
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Fen
My heart was pounding. Thundering. I barely heard the words as they tumbled out of my mouth.“I don’t want to stop.”
I didn’t know how far I’d get before my soft heart got scared, but my soul needed this. I neededRami.
We rolled around on his bed, mouths fused together as we stripped our clothes. Rami moved like I imagined he danced, with grace and poise, his elegant limbs wrapping around me, his back arching into my touch.
I gazed at him, soaking him in as our underwear became the last barrier between us. The heating was off in his flat, but his skin was flushed hot and shiny with a fresh layer of clean sweat. He was so gorgeous I couldn’t stand it. I pointed at the black cotton clinging to his sinful hips. “Take them off?”
Rami smirked. “You do it.”
Damn.
However this fell, I was gonna be dead by the end of it.
I reached for the boxer briefs hiding his dick from me and pushed them down his hips and thighs, leaving him to do the rest and kick them away while I drank him in. Man, was there any part of this bloke that wasn’t beautiful? I was running out of places to check.
Grinning, Rami shifted closer and shoved at my boxers. “Your turn.”
