Then, I carried him straight into the bathroom, not caring about leaving a wet trail behind whatsoever. I’d get a towel and dry the floor once I had taken care of Finn.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a giggle.
“Getting you warm. I don’t want you to get sick,” I said, carefully placing him on the counter next to his sink so I could start unlacing his shoes.
“I can do that myself,” he protested, but I shook my head.
“Let me.”
I wanted to take care of him.
He was my mate. Taking care of him was my right. Myduty.
Fortunately, Finn didn’t resist anymore. Instead, he watched me intently as I carefully took off his shoes and placed them on the bathmat next to me. Then, I pulled off his socks, cursing lowly as I realized his feet were wet and cold as ice.
“You gonna stop there?” Finn asked, a sultry tone lacing his voice. “I’m still wearing a lot of wet clothes, you know? You could start with my pants… or my coat…”
I got up to my feet again, crowding him in. His breathing hitched, his pulse speeding up, pupils going impossibly wide. He was tempting me—and I couldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist the way his tongue darted out, licking his bottom lip.
Our lips clashed, his arms snagging around my back, pulling me closer, right between his open legs. I moaned as his legs tightened around my waist and our cocks brushed against one another through the heavy denim.
Fuck.
He wasn’t wasting any time, going all in right from the get-go.
Oh, how blissfully wrong I’d been about him.
“Eric,” Finn moaned against my mouth, his hot breath fanning over my face. I smiled, deepening the kiss, intent on eliciting more of those breathy moans from him that not only made my cock jump but my whole bodywarm.
Fuck. If feeling him through our soaked clothes was this amazing, how would it be to feel him bare? Skin to skin.
I couldn’t help snapping my hips forward, thrusting my cock against his, drawing another delicious moan from him.
Reaching between us, my fingers fumbled with the zipper of his coat. We were wearing too much, and even though I was definitely getting his blood circulation up, I also needed to get him warm. Which meant out of his wet clothes and under the shower.
Oh, the shower. I should get the water running.
But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to let go of him for even a second. Didn’t want to lose the feeling of his lips on mine, didn’t want to lose the feeling of him clinging to me. Soo… I slipped my hands under his ass and hoisted him up.
Finn squeaked, clinging to me in surprise, his body tensing for a moment before he let out a little laugh and relaxed, wiggling his ass in my hands. Yes. This was good. Like it was supposed tobe. He was moving, teasing me by nibbling on my chin, my neck, giving me a tiny bite that made my vision go red.
It was probably for the best that he couldn’t see me.
My gums ached, everything in me yearning to reciprocate, to give him a bite myself.
Instead, I forced myself to start the shower, turning the water to the hottest setting, then placed Finn back on the counter.
He looked at me through hooded eyes as I opened his coat and started undressing him, desire pouring off him in waves. But he couldn’t hide the trembling, and the way his lips were slowly turning blue.
“Arms up,” I said gently, grabbing the hem of his hoodie, getting ready to pull it over his head.
“I’m not a child,” Finn said with a laugh, but complied nonetheless.
I whistled, my eyes roaming over his torso, taking everything in, from his slim form to the way a light dusting of hair trailed down from his belly button, drawing my eyes to the bulge in his jeans.
My cock throbbed upon seeing the extent of his desire firsthand, but I ignored it in favor of opening Finn’s jeans. Once I had him under the hot spray of water, all limits were off; however, taking care of him was more important than taking care of his erection right now.
“Up you go,” I said, holding my hand out for him to grab and jump to the floor. He swayed a little, pulling a face as he landed on his feet.
