“Might be?”
I smiled. Adan was like a little steamroller, always pushing, but he wasn’t wrong here. “Is,” I corrected. “Something thatisextraordinary.”
The space between us on the couch suddenly felt like too much distance. I shifted closer, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, close enough to count the individual lashes that framed them.
“Nils,” he said, my name barely a whisper.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I’ve wanted you to since the moment I walked in the door.”
I closed the remaining distance between us, bringing my hand up to cup his face as I pressed my lips to his. This kiss was slower, more intentional, without the urgency of stolen moments or fear of discovery. This was a choice, deliberate and careful, and the knowledge made everything more intense.
Adan responded immediately, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair as he deepened the kiss. I could taste the remnants of our meal on his lips, could feel the way his breathing changed as I traced his bottom lip with my tongue.
“God, you’re good at that,” he murmured against my mouth.
“So are you.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“Just today?”
“Okay, longer than that. Much longer.”
I kissed him again, harder this time, my control starting to slip as weeks of careful restraint finally gave way. His hands found the hem of my shirt, fingertips brushing against the skin of my lower back, and the contact sent heat racing through my system. Of course it was him who’d take that next step. He was fearless.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice rough with want.
“More than okay.”
His hands slipped under my shirt properly then, palms flat against my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us on the couch. The heat of his body radiated through his clothes as our kissing became more desperate. I’d grown hard when we started kissing, and now my cock was pressing against the confines of my underwear.
When his lips moved to my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped me. The combination of his mouth on my skin and his hands exploring my back was overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Adan,” I managed, my voice coming out breathless.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure about this? Because if we go further, I don’t think I’ll want to stop.”
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire but also completely serious. “I’m sure. Are you?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Good.”
This time, when he kissed me, it was with the knowledge that we weren’t going to stop, that we were going to explore what we’d been denying ourselves. His hands grew bolder, slipping higher under my shirt, and when I responded by tugging at the buttons of his shirt, he helped me, our movements becoming less coordinated as need took over.
I ran my hands along his hot, smooth skin, following the dips and curves of his body. He was so perfect, like the masterpiece of a sculptor. Every muscle was defined, hard, and the strength of it, the sheer beauty of it, left me all but breathless. Or maybe that was because we were still kissing, our mouths fused together like magnets and our tongues dancing and sliding, exploring and stroking.
When we finally broke apart, both of us shirtless and breathing hard, Adan’s gaze traveled over my chest and shoulders with an appreciation that made me feel more desired than I ever had in my life. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. “I’d never thought I would say that of another man, but you are.”
“So are you.”
