I grab his wrist again, taking at least one hand out of the equation. He struggles against my hold and a loud crack sounds. We both freeze.
Oh no.
Another crack, and the chair crumbles under us. Thankfully, since it was an Adirondack chair, we don’t have far to go to the ground. We end up sprawled on top of each other, dicks out, limbs tangled in clothes, but laughing.
“Are you okay?” I move carefully. “Not impaled by any pieces of wood?”
He drops his gaze to my still exposed dick. “Not the kind of wood I want to be impaled by.”
I gasp out a groan. “What?”
“I need to get off before I say anything else stupid.” He lifts his head, half rolling us over so he can duck and lick my tip again.
I let him suck on my head, but only for a few seconds. “Fuck you.”
“I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”
I pull back and drag myself to my feet before I’m attacked again. He pouts sitting up. I offer my hand, and he takes it, letting me pull him to his feet. When he’s righted, he presses his body against mine and lifts up on his toes so I can feel every inch of his hard muscle and cock. It surprises me, but I like it.
“Do you want me on my knees?” he whispers over my lips.
“Not until you answer.” I grab his hip so he doesn’t try it.
“What was the question again?” he says into the barest hint of a kiss.
“Is it bad if I take my horniness out on you? You can say no.”
“I don’t want to say no.”
“Then why are you?”
TWENTY-FOUR
ARCHANGEL
Because I know how this will end, but I can’t fight it anymore. I need him too badly. I need him more than I need anything else in my life, and I want to be the one who makes him happy.
“I’ll stop saying no if you want me to.”
“I want you to,” Wolfe whispers, stroking the hair out of my face. “But you can’t do this because I want you to.”
“I told you I don’t want to say no,” I repeat.
“Then why are you?” He’s so soft, stroking the backs of his fingers across my cheek.
I want to hold on to it, and at the same time, I want to reject it because it can’t last. But I’m not strong enough to. Instead, I cup his face, lifting higher on my toes. “Because I’m scared.”
His expression morphs to concern. “Why?”
“I’m worried about fucking us up.” The excuse wouldn’t hold up if he really analyzed it, but without outing my true feelings, it’s impossible to explain. And the core of it is the truth. I’m scared, and I know I’m going to fuck this up by falling for him.
He puts his hand over mine and turns into it, kissing my palm. “I won’t let you.”
I believe him, but at the end of the day, he has a future with a woman, and I don’t. This is not the same for us, and it’s impossible to explain, so I don’t even try. “Let’s go to my room.”
He nods. “Yes, because I want your lips around my cock. I’ve been thinking about it since last night.”
I groan.
