“Was it not good? Did I push you too fast?”
“No! No, it was amazing and I wanted it, I promise,” he rushed out, but he looked anxious, a vulnerability in his eyes that I wanted to soothe away. “It’s just…I know it was really fast, and I…”
“That’s okay, it happens to everyone. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed about that, babe.” I stroked my thumb against his warm cheek, loving how he leaned into my touch.
“I know. It’s just been a long time,” he mumbled, a weird inflection in his tone that gave me pause.
“How long has it been exactly?”
He blew out a sharp breath. “Since our last time together…”
“Well duh, but I meant before we dry humped each other’s brains out last weekend,” I chuckled, but Dawson wasn’t laughing.
“No. I mean ourlasttime together.”
The words clanked around my head, refusing to make sense. There was no way I was understanding him right, but dear God, I wanted it to be true.
“You really haven’t been with anyone else since I left?”
Dawson shook his head stiffly, but his eyes stayed pinned to mine, embarrassment giving way to something softer.
“I don’t feel things like that for other people,” he explained, his brows furrowing. “Not before you and definitely not after. I tried to look at others and feel…something, but it never happened.”
I drew his face to mine, my lips ghosting over his and inhaling his shaky breath like a drug. “Never? You haven’t let anyone else touch what belongs to me?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed and shook his head, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. I tugged it free, running my thumb over it lightly.
“No one has kissed these plush, soft lips?” I rumbled in a husky whisper. Another shake of his head. I ran my hands slowly down his torso.
“No one has held this strong, gorgeous body in their arms?”
Another shake. I snuck a hand back to his still naked ass, feathering over his crack.
“And no one has taken this sweet hole and filled it like you need?”
He keened softly, thrusting his ass back against my questing finger. “No. Only you.”
I grasped his jaw to push him back just enough to look into his eyes.
“Are you truly only mine, Dawson?”
“You own every piece of me, Theo. No one else ever stood a chance after you. There was never a time that I wasn’t yours.”
He leaned forward and kissed me gently, tenderly, infused with so much meaning it made my eyes sting. I poured all my love and devotion into the kiss, wanting it to soak into his skin and stain his soul so that he never doubted that I was his. Wholly. Irrevocably.
We finally came up for air, breathless and clinging to each other like we could stay frozen in that moment while time movedpast us. Dawson eventually pulled back, a shy smile on his face that unleashed a swarm of butterflies in my gut.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by someone pounding on the door next to us, making us both jump an inch in the air. A loud, muffled voice came from the other side.
“Stop sucking face or whatever body parts you’ve chosen to defile and get your asses upstairs! Micah won’t let any of us eat the pizza until you’re both there and I’m so hangry, I’d murder someone for their crust!”
“Give us five minutes, Fin!” Dawson called out.
“You’ve got two or I’m pulling the fire alarm and blaming you!”
Dawson cursed under his breath and started yanking up his pants. He stood and coasted his gaze over my body longingly, my cock twitching in response.
“You didn’t get to come,” he said apologetically. I reached out and cupped his jaw, his barely there stubble scratching my palm.
