Bhodi hesitates, but he must see in my face that I can’t be moved, and after a beat, he nods and lies back on the bed.
I crawl over him, spreading his legs, a low rumble of a groan rolling through me as I kiss his thigh, scraping my scruffy jaw over his sensitive skin.
Bhodi grits out a curse, squirming.
I laugh and pin him down, repeating the motion over and over until his spine arches from the bed and I’ll die if I don’t get his cock in my mouth.
With no warning, I swallow him whole, and Bhodi swears louder this time, his hands in my hair, his strong thighs a vice around my head, as consuming as he is when he’s fucking me.
It’s not the first time I’ve blown him, and God willing, it won’t be the last. But this feels different. Timeless, and yet somehow brand-new. I can’t get enough—andthat’snot new. Not even close. But long minutes pass before I come up for air with salt on my tongue.
Bhodi stares down at me. “You’re playing roulette with my stamina if you want me to fuck you.”
I always want him to fuck me. He’s amazing at it. But it’s not on my mind right now. I move up the bed until I’m looming over him, keeping my weight to myself as he ignores his own warning and surges up to take my mouth, his soft lips as harsh and demanding as they’ll ever be, breaking my resolve to tease him a little, to draw this out, my imagination writing cheques my willpower can’t cash. “I was hoping you’d let me fuckyou.”
Bhodi blinks, his jewel-bright eyes already dark with desire. “Let you?”
“I’m not a bloke who makes assumptions.”
He snorts. “There’s no scenario where me wanting you to fuck me isn’t a given. Only being insideyoucomes close.”
“Now, you say that…” I’m still hovering over him, my dick screaming out for friction. “What if I’m shit at it?”
Bhodi starts to laugh. Then changes his mind and knocks my elbows, bringing me crashing down on him as he seizes my jaw in his hot hand. “Nothing between us could ever be bad.”
“I’m not always okay.”
Humour dies, obliterated by deeper emotion as we stare at each other in the dim glow of the room. Bhodi strokes my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. “Neither am I.”
“I love you.”
His eyes redden. “I love you too—I’m so fucking sorry it scares me so much.”
I take his hand, kissing his wrist before I bring it to the pillow above his head. “Don’t ever be sorry for loving me. Iknowhow lucky I am that you found me.”
Doubt looms in his gaze. I need to vanquish it, but I know I can’t. Not in one night. This thing between us—this love, this bond. It needs time, and I’m here for it.
I kiss the worries from Bhodi’s lips and we roll around on the bed for what feels like hours. A lifetime. Until I’m a mindless mess for anything but him. For the want in his eyes, and flush creeping up his perfect pale torso. For the dig of his fingers into my back as he urges me to press inside him.
The feel of him tight around me is deliriously fucking good. I slide forward, slow at first—careful. But a cautious fuck isn’t the kind of care Bhodi needs right now and another carnal rumble rolls through me, my body craving more as much as he is, the slick, blunt head of my cock driving deeper.
Bhodi groans, hips chasing friction. Chasing heat. Leaning into the stretch and burn I know so well. “Harder.”
I fuck him harder. Not faster. Punching my pelvis forward, searching for the spot that will make him forget everything—what he saw at the scene of that accident, that it’s two days before Christmas. His own fucking name by the time I’m done with him.
But this is more than fucking. I’m buried in Bhodi’s body like it’s my home. Like it’s the safest place I’ve ever been and I’m never going to leave. And like everything else, it should scareme. But it doesn’t. I’m not afraid to love Bhodi. I never have been. It just took me a while to figure it out, and the thought makes me smile as a wave of bliss unhinges my jaw and I press my forehead to Bhodi’s, my breath matching his in short, sharp gasps.
We’re close, in every sense of the word. I’m fucking him so slowly that his eyes roll with every thrust, but it has nothing on the effect it’s having on me.My heart thumps with a blazing tattoo, pleasure gripping every nerve and muscle in my scarred body. My bloodburnsas it pumps through my veins at breakneck speed, and my soul?
Bhodi’s.
Forever and a day.
Or at least for as long as he’ll have me.
I don’t have the words to express that to him right now. I can only fuck him, sinking my gaze into him as his heated exhales dance over my skin, and hope he hears every little thing I haven’t said yet. The things I need to saylouder, until they’re imprinted on his heart and his battered self-esteem stands up for him.
The snap of my hips grows louder. We shunt along the bed as Bhodi meets me thrust for thrust, and we become nothing but the crazed sensation binding us together.
