“I tell you to touch me?” He grits out. His eyes bore into my skin, making my whole body light up. I position my hands behind my back and shake my head.
“No,sir,” I gasp. My words come out more breathless than I planned on.
I swallow deeply. Is this really happening? I don’t want to mess it up.
God, I want this so badly.
His eyes flutter shut, like I just broke down the one pillar that was keeping him together.
Maybe I did.
His hands loosen their tug on my hair as he rests his forehead on my lips. The smell of him filling my nose and sending my heart haywire. I pucker my lips and take my time leaving a kiss on his soft skin.
“Noah,” he says my name like it’s his favorite song.
My fingers twitch desperately behind me. “Can I touch you, please?”
Ignoring my question, he lifts his head, eyes fixated on my lips. “Why’d you get rid of your piercings?” He pinches my bottom lip between his thumb and pointer finger, where my piercing used to be.
When I left for Hawaii, I just wanted a little change. Plus, biting on it reminded me too much of him. Every tug, every lick. I needed it off if I was ever going to stand a chance of getting over what happened between us.
His thumb passes softly over my bottom lip.
“Who said I got rid of all of them?” I ask before slipping my tongue out between my lips. Making sure my tongue piercing is on full display, I make a show out of twirling my tongue around his thumb sucking it into my mouth gently.
His eyes roll back as a groan escapes his lips. Steadying himself, he wraps his other hand around the back of my neck. Watching his thumb entering and exiting from my mouth, he looks like he’s in a trance. And hell, it’s putting me in one too.
My dick is throbbing in my pants so much, pressed against the fabric to an extent I never thought was possible.
“Jesus, fuck!” Brad moans, taking his hand back, hitting the wall firmly with his fist. He drops his head to my shoulder, small pants coming out of him like he needs a moment to regain himself. “I can’t keep myself away from you,” he pants, chest heaving.
I know what he means. “So don’t.”
He chuckles softly, lifting his head. “You’re never worried about the consequences of your actions, are you?”
“Rather live with mistakes than die with regrets, I guess,” I say softly.
His face leans in close. I feel his lips brush against mine, making me shiver. My eyes flutter shut, zoning only into the feeling of the soft passes of his beard against my skin.
“Living like that sounds nice,” Brad says quietly. His hands find their way to my chest, trailing down slowly, making sure to feel every inch of my torso.
I can hear it on his tongue. I can feel it in the way he’s touching me.He missed me, too.He feels guilty for wanting this. For wanting me. That’s why he’s been pushing me away. It’s not because he doesn’t want me anymore…it’s becausehe still does.
“I mean it, Brad.” I open my eyes. “You need someone to blame? Blame me.” I grab ahold of his belt loops of his jeans and pull his waist against mine.
“Noah, I—” he stammers, pushing against the wall, away from me.
“What happened to you, huh?” I stop pulling him and, instead, shove him in the chest. “You used to be fun.” I push him again, making him stumble back.
I see his jaw clench, his fists tighten at his sides. Anyone else would think he was angry. But me? No. I know this is what he looks like when he’shungry.
“Knock it off,” he repeats, stepping forward.
“Knock what off? Oh, this?” I nudged him again. I’m pretty sure we’re in line with the camera above us now but I don’t care. I can’t care about anything when he’s here, giving me all of his attention. My body is vibrating. I feel like I’ve downed a millionRed bullsor something.
But, time is ticking and as much as I hate to remind myself of this fact, someone is going to come looking for me soon. And I hope I’ll get to feel some part of his body before they do.
For a last minute attempt at provoking him just enough for him to cave, I do something that I remember always worked on him.
