“It’s—”
“Chaotic, I know,” I say.
He takes two steps towards my bed, slowly looking at every crack, every star, every gold leaf accent.
And then he looks up and so do I. I see him standing there, reflected in the large broken mirror that stretches across my ceiling.
“I was going to say beautiful,” he says, staring at the mirror.
The warmth that spreads in my chest is like an overflowing volcano.
“So you like it?” I ask, feeling emotional. He takes a seat on the edge of my unmade bed, smirking as he licks his lips. Then his honey gaze meets mine where I stand.
“I fucking love it.” He grins, and I can’t help but smile back. I take two steps towards the bed. My heart is in my throat as I take my time to sit next to him.
“No one else has ever seen it,” I say, my thigh brushing his as I set my hand on his thigh.
“Are you serious?” he asks, shifting into my space. The mattress dips and I swallow my anxiety.
I nod, carefully reaching out to grasp his jaw and pull him closer. He follows me without question. And I think I’m certainly in uncharted waters.
“Only you,” I whisper against his lips before gracing them with mine.
He kisses me back with a groan, his tongue slow and soft against mine. I pull him against me as I settle into the bed, the sheets and unturned pillows meeting me, a soft landing after the fall.
“Alex,” he breathes out, his voice shaking as he settles on top of me, his weight a welcome force. As he breaks away, I stare up at him with my heart in my throat, my damn cock already twitching with anticipation. My chest feels tight and my body hot like a fire.
The words fall out without warning, breaking the last shard of ice apart from the man I have become, leaving a new body of water in its wake.
“I love you,” I say. Jordan tenses, his mouth inches from mine as he glances at me. His hardness presses against me and my heart beats so loud I think it’s echoing in my ears. “I love you so fucking much, Jordan.” I slide my fingers in his hair noting the slight glaze in his amber eyes. I’m fucking terrified of what he’s going to say or do, but I have to be honest with him.
“You don’t have to say anything,” I whisper. “I just… need you to know.”
He doesn’t respond with words, only a deep, slow kiss that makes my cock twitch and my heart flutter.
I hear his answer in that kiss, even if he doesn’t say it. I feel the truth in his hands that are traveling underneath my shirt, sliding over my flushed skin. I see the words he can’t speak when he sits back on his calves and looks at me while removing his shirt.
And maybe right now, that’s enough.
My gaze travels over his large frame. On the way his jeans pull taut against his thick thighs.
As he looks at me, I think he might say it. But instead, he says something so much better.
“How do you want me?” he asks, his voice dark, deep. Smooth.
“Uh…” I blink, not really sure how to answer. I’m not used to being asked what I want. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
“Alex.” His smooth voice pulls me, and I slide my hand over my aching cock, if only because him in my bed and asking me what I want…
I’ve fantasized about this for ages.
And now it’s really happening.
“Tell me how youwant me.”
I don’t miss the heat of his gaze or the way he adjusts his cock.
I’ve never demanded anything from anyone. I told myself I was fine being the guy who gives and doesn’t take. That I enjoyed pleasing others and being what they wanted.
