He works on my shirt next, but instead of tearing it open, he carefully undoes each button. Then his fingers brush my belt buckle, and for the first time, he hesitates.
“We can stop,” I murmur, cupping his chin and tipping his face up to mine. “No expectations. There’s no rush.”
He shakes his head. “I know, but I want you. I’m not hesitating because of that.” His smile tilts, sheepish and soft. “It’s more like… anticipation that I’m finally getting what I’ve wanted.”
A grin spreads across my face. “Good. Then everything comes off,” I breathe against his mouth. “Can’t trek water into the house.”
I shift us, pressing his back against the cabin wall, my hands already working at his pants. The rain hammers against the patio overhang, but it does nothing to mask the sound of his ragged breathing.
“You need to tell me your limits, though, sunshine.”
His face is already flushed, but I watch the red bleed everywhere,staining his neck.
The second I undo his button, he licks his bottom lip and shakes his head. “I don’t have any limits.”
I narrow my eyes, my fingers inching down to his zipper. “I don’t ever want to risk reminding you of?—”
“You never will, Keo. Never.”
Leaning in, my hand creeps between his suit pants and boxers. “I don’t just have sex, sunshine, Ifuck. I mark. I restrain. I’m going to take you,ruinyou, and enjoy you. Enjoy what’smine.”
I circle his waistband before sliding down, grabbing his bare ass, and pulling his hips flush against mine.
That’s when I feel him—hard and straining through the last barrier between us. My own cock jerks at the thought of nothing left in the way.
“Limits, Ayden.”
“Don’t… degrade me,” he mutters, his voice breaking into a moan as my hips roll, grinding into him. “I don’t like that.”
I drag my hands down, shoving at his pants. He kicks out his feet, stumbling in the process, fighting with the fabric.
“I’m not into that anyway.”
His hands find my belt, working it open with more urgency than finesse. Once my pants are undone, we strip everything else and toss it, all forgotten in a heap.
Then I’m back at his mouth, biting his lip, sucking his tongue. Devouring him like I’ve been starved for years.
“You deserve—” I nibble along his chin, tracing up to his ear and taking it gently between my teeth. “To be praised…”
My hand slides down his bare chest, fingertips brushing over his nipple, drawing a low, delectable moan from him. “You’ll be my good boy. On your knees, back arched, face down in the pillow…” I venture further, feeling goosebumps rise along his skin. A sharp reminder: we’re completely naked, exposed on the patio.
The instant my fingers drift across his hipbone, thunder cracks above us, causing him to jump in surprise.
“Maybe we should go inside,” he whispers.
I nod once, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. “Shower to warm up?”
“Fuck yes.”
33
We stumble through the front door, clinging to each other with the same feverish need.
My hands tangle in his drenched hair, dragging him with me. He tastes just as phenomenal as when our lips met for the first time, but now there’s no fear of someone walking in, no eyes to judge what we want. What weneed.
And what I need is him. From this day until I’m buried a few feet away from him.
His tongue twists with mine as my bare ass bumps against the dining table. He jerks me back, walking us down the short hallway toward the main bathroom. His hand grips my ass, pinning my hips to his, our cocks grinding together, pulling a moan straight from my throat.
