Shiloh laughed softly. “I remember your deep appreciation of meat. The steaks smell incredible already.”
We moved to the backyard, where my charcoal grill sat next to a wooden table and chairs I had built last summer. As our steaks sizzled on the grill, we sat side by side, shoulders brushing. The cool evening breeze carried the scent of smoky, charred meat, and the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over us. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, wondering when I’d last felt so content.
The steaks sizzled on the open flame as Shiloh and I worked together to get the rest of dinner ready. I grabbed plates out of the cupboard while he tossed the salad, then he carefully transported them to the table while I pulled the steaks off the grill. While the steaks rested, he grabbed drinks and I pulled the cheesy potatoes I’d made out of the oven. We moved in tandem, feeling a sense of domesticity that was so right. It was something I was scared of getting used to.
The juicy, tender meat practically melted in my mouth, and it was obvious from the low moans Shiloh let out that he approved as well. Watching him enjoy the food I’d cooked made it nearly impossible to pay attention to my own meal.
He glanced up at me, the fork sticking out of his mouth. “Wha—?”
“You tease me about my appreciation of meat but you’re all but making love to your steak over there.” I squirmed, trying to adjust myself without making it obvious. Arousal over watching him eat wouldn’t make the good impression I was hoping for.
Shiloh’s foot brushed against mine under the table. Our eyes stayed locked on one another as he brought another bite of food to his lips. He let out another long moan, this time running his tongue across his bottom lip. The little demon knew exactly what he was doing.
“Shiloh.” There was a low rumble of warning in the single word.
“Yes?” At some point, Shiloh had slipped off his shoes. His sock-clad foot worked its way up the leg of my jeans. That shouldn’t have been sexy at all, and yet my erection was threatening to break my zipper.
I leaned forward and grabbed this wrist as he tried bringing another bite to his mouth. “You’re playing with fire. I’m trying to behave here, but I feel like we’ve had over a month of foreplay.”
“Maybe that’s why I don’t want you to behave.” He raised one eyebrow as if daring me to prove him wrong. His devilish grin sent tendrils of electricity through me and I cursed under my breath.
He was just innocent enough, I would have believed he didn’t realize the effect he had on me after he said we needed to stay just friends. His behavior tonight showed he was just as affected as I was. The way we’d danced around each other since we’d started the remodel had been pure torture, especially now that our relationship has shifted from new friends getting to know each other to something much more serious.
The sun had disappeared completely from the sky now, leaving the windows inside to cast playful shadows over Shiloh’s face. There were no distractions anymore; it was just us staring each other in the eyes for what seemed like hours on end before Shiloh finally spoke again, his voice low and gruff with desire: “If we’re going to do this… we should do it right.”
Before I could respond he stood up abruptly and draped his arms over my shoulders. He leaned in from behind, kissing his way down my neck. I turned my head, and he captured my lips in a searing kiss that left me reeling as soon as I turned his way. His tongue explored mine hungrily as his hands roamed over my body, setting fires wherever they touched until I thought I would go mad with longing for him.
The primal hunger coursing through me burned away any doubts or worries about how quickly things were progressing between us; all that mattered in that moment was being close to him.
“I think you have something I want,” he murmured when we broke the kiss. His voice was low and raspy, as if he weren’t quite sure of what words would come out next. His hand drifted to the button of my jeans.
My heart raced as I stared into his hazel eyes. Did he mean what it sounded like? If so, did I have even an ounce of courage within me to give him what he wanted?
“You want my meat?” The teasing was needed. As badly as I wanted this, I was also scared shitless. I didn’t want to admit to him that I’d had sex with exactly one person in my life. At my age, that felt like a shortcoming more than something to brag about..
Our eyes locked for what felt like forever before either of us spoke again, then Shiloh whispered something barely audible: “No, Teddy. I want heart.”
Without another word or breath between us, I stood—abruptly enough I had to gather Shiloh in my arms so he didn’t fall on his ass. “Only if you’ll give me yours in return.”
“That could probably be arranged.” Shiloh pressed a leg between mine and ran his palm over my erection. “I can wait for your heart but yeah, I need this. Now.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” It took everything in me to keep from dragging Shiloh through the house and tossing him into my bed. “Then let’s take this inside. I’m pretty sure you’re not an exhibitionist.”
“No, definitely not.” It might be fun teasing Shiloh with the idea of someone seeing us but what was about to happen was for our eyes only.
We stopped in front of the living room window, where Shiloh took my face in his hands and kissed me with a passion that left my head spinning. He deftly unbuttoned my shirt as we moved towards the bedroom. I helped him pull off my top and he devoured me with his eyes, trailing his fingertips across every inch of exposed skin, until finally his mouth found mine again. He moved lower, kissing, licking and nipping down my torso and stomach, sending shivers through my body with each touch.
I groaned in pleasure as his warm wet tongue sent electric shocks racing through me, each sensation making me long for more of him even as I thought I might disintegrate into pure bliss under his touch. He explored with experienced hands, tantalizing and teasing me until I trembled with need.
Shiloh’s hands moved to my belt buckle and he expertly undid it before tugging my jeans down to my ankles. The way his lips seemed to touch every inch of skin he revealed left me feeling both exposed and adored at the same time, and it was an intoxicating combination.
He moved farther down, peppering kisses along the way that made my skin tingle and my heart pound. His mouth finally reached its destination and I gasped as he circled his tongue around the flared head of my dick.
“Fuck. Shiloh.” I couldn’t even remember how long it had been since I’d felt someone other than myself touching me, and I wasn’t going to last long. I was determined not to rush this. With one hand I carefully held back his hair, while the other moved to grip his shoulder with a gentle yet firm pressure.
His mouth shifted, exploring and tasting every inch of my length with increasing intensity. My cock sprang free from his mouth with a lewdpop. I leaned forward just in time to feel him suck one of my balls into his mouth.
Fuck! If I’d known having my nuts sucked on could feel like this, I’d have been into it a hell of a lot sooner. He curled his fingers around my shaft, jerking me as he thoroughly worshipped my dick. “Shiloh, fuck. I’m not... oh shit! Baby, you gotta...”
