I lovedIggy, and I was finally allowed to say so.
Iggy laughed, bending down for another kiss as we wriggled out of the rest of our clothes, pausing for the occasional frustrated grunt when some piece of clothing or other wouldn’t cooperate with the single-minded goal of pressing as much of our naked skin to each other as humanly possible.
When Iggy finally stretched out on top of me, warm skin rubbing against mine, the last of the knots in my stomach I’d been nursing since I last rolled out of this bed unraveled.
“You’re really not going anywhere?” Iggy asked, pulling back just far enough to look me in the eyes.
“Really not going anywhere,” I promised. “I don’t… I dunno what the future’s gonna look like, Ig,” I said. “But I know I want my future to have you in it. Always. Tired of living without you.”
“Tired of living without you, too,” Iggy said, brushing a curl away from my face. “I love you so much, Harv.”
“Love you, too,” I said, grinning up at him. I liked the way that sounded, the way the words felt in my mouth.
Iggy dragged me into another kiss, hot and biting, knocking the breath out of my lungs as he pinned me to the mattress, hard cock pressing against my stomach.
“Anything I want?” Iggy asked.
“What?”
“You said I could do whatever I want with you,” Iggy said, biting his lip. “I still owe you a blowjob.”
I blinked at him. “And you’re askingpermission?”
Iggy shrugged. “Consentissexy,” he said, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the heel of my palm. “Maybe I wanna hear you say I can.”
“Ig, you can suck my cock whenever you want,” I said, watching him trail his lips down to my wrist.
The sex had been incredible before, but I could see now that Iggy had been holding back. That I had a bright future of warmth and affection and mind-blowing orgasms to look forward to.
I couldn’t have been happier. There wasn’t enough room in my chest for any more happiness.
I knewexactlywhat Seth had meant on his wedding day.
“But,” I interrupted him as he came to my forearm, making him look at me with those ridiculously blue eyes. “Call me a dork if you wanna, but… what if we made love?”
Iggy laughed, but I knew he wasn’t laughingatme. “You’re such a dork,” he said. “But that sounds nice. How would that go, d’you think?”
“Not sure yet,” I said. “Never done it before. But I think it might start with you coming back down here?”
Iggy’s smile could’ve powered the whole west coast for a week. But then, Iggy’s smile couldalwayshave done that. He had the brightest, most incredible smile in the world.
I just liked it when it was directed at me.
He let me pull him in for another kiss, slower this time, happy moans passing between us as we explored each other’s mouths. My hands roamed over every inch of his body I could reach, from the silky-soft skin of his inner thighs to the ticklish back of his neck, pausing to map out every dip and curve, every bump of his spine, the cute, ridiculously sexy dimples above his butt.
“This feel about right?” I asked between kisses, that too-big happiness filling my stomach as well as my chest now.
“You always feel right,” Iggy murmured. “No one’s ever felt as right as you do.”
“No one’s ever felt as right as you do, either,” I admitted. I could tell him that now. I could tell him he was different, that nothing had ever felt like this before, that I knew with every single touch that I was exactly where I was meant to be—even if it’d taken me a while to understand.
Somewhere along the line Iggy slipped lube and a condom wrapper into my hand, giggling as he rolled us both over, flushed and panting and already glowing with sweat.
I licked him clean with my fingers inside him, every gasp and moan etching itself into my brain.
This was it. This was what I wanted for the rest of my life. Iggy. All of him, always.
I was starting to wonder if it was possible to die from happiness.
