“She offered,” he said gently. “She’ll stay with you until you’re checked in at the Willow. Make sure you’re safe and comfortable.” He shrugged. “We can survive without her for twenty-four hours. Mostly.”
I laughed quietly, imagining the chaos that would unfold if these five men were left unsupervised for even a single day.
“She’s very brave,” I murmured. “Leaving you to fend for yourselves.”
His hand moved in slow, steady circles on my back. “I wanted to take you myself,” he admitted. “But we’ve got a show tomorrow, and...”
He didn’t need to finish the sentence.
The tour came first.
Noctis had too much riding on this for Bodhi to mess up now. Too much to lose if something went wrong. All it would take was one delayed flight, one missed show, to undo months of planning. He had to play the game. I understood that and respected it.
“It’s okay, Just Bodhi,” I said quietly. “I understand.”
I reached up and traced a finger along his cupid’s bow, and suddenly I was desperate. To kiss him. To touch him and feel him. I wanted him to cover me in his scent, to work himself so deeply into me that I could carry a piece of him with me when I left. Something permanent. Something I could hold onto if this all fell apart. One last memory, etched into my bones.
I lifted myself from his chest, kicking off the duvet, and crawled up his body until my face hovered over his. Bodhi’s breath caught, sharp and audible, and his hands came to my hips, gripping hard enough that I wondered if I’d bruise.
I wanted to. Wanted to see the marks later, alone in my roomat the Willow. To watch them fade from purple to green to yellow as the days passed. I needed proof that this had been real.
“What are you doing, Iggy?” he rasped.
I leaned in until there was barely an inch between us, close enough that my breath brushed his lips. His tongue flicked out instinctively, like he was tasting the air between us. Taking a piece of me too.
“Giving you something to remember me by,” I whispered.
Then I kissed him.
I poured everything into it. The fear, the joy, the doubt. The apologies. And most of all, the love. I didn’t need words for that. I made sure he felt it as I lowered myself, straddling his thighs. As my fingers slipped beneath his T-shirt and traced the muscle there, feeling his abs twitch beneath my touch.
Bodhi answered with his mouth. With the way his tongue traced the seam of my lips, asking, insisting. With his hands sliding under the waistband of my joggers, cupping my ass, pulling me closer. Every moan, every breath between us spoke the same thing.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Iggy.”
I shoved his T-shirt up his chest until it bunched beneath his arms. He sat up to pull it over his head, and in the same breath, he tugged my hoodie off me. Cool air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps, my nipples tightening.
I leaned forward and traced the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, slow and deliberate, committing them to memory. Every curve, every edge. I refused to forget even the smallest detail.
He urged me onto my knees and tugged my bottoms down, my cock springing free. His hand wrapped around it, warm and sure, and my hips bucked despite myself. He swirled his thumb through the precum at the tip, deliberate, teasing.
“Oh—Bodhi.”
His grip moved slowly, infuriatingly light. Teasing. I felt his smirk against my mouth when we kissed. This fucker knew exactly what he was doing, and it made me growl. My fingers tangled in his hair, a silent plea for more.
Instead, he let go.
His hands wrapped around my middle and suddenly we were rolling, the world tilting. I yelped as I landed on my back, Bodhi above me now, our positions reversed. My thighs fell open around his hips, my hands braced against the pillows.
I was laid out for him. An offering.
And the way he looked at me felt almost reverent.
He slid my bottoms the rest of the way off, leaving me completely bare. Then he rose from the bed to remove his own before climbing back over me, pressing his lips to mine. We kissed and kissed and kissed until I was breathless, until my head spun and all I could focus on was Bodhi. The solid heat of his body against mine, his weight pinning me to the mattress was grounding, even as my thoughts threatened to float away.
I gripped his shoulders and pushed, urging him onto his back. He went easily, looking up at me with the blue of his eyes almost entirely swallowed by desire.
“You’ve got me where you want me,” he smirked. “Now what?”
