Theo nodded toward the spot next to him. “We’ll find out soon enough.”
I wrapped the blanket around my back with the shiny side facing me, sat down beside him, and lifted half of the foil over his shoulder. Theo pulled it around until it covered his back and chest, nearly reaching me again. Our arms pressed against each other, warmth already radiating toward me—though that was likely him and not the blanket.
“Better than nothing,” I said.
“Can I kiss you?” Theo’s fingers curled around the flask, his eyes on me. “I’d really like to kiss you again, but only if you want it too.”
His bold question made me freeze at first, and a second later, sweat. I kept my eyes on the floor, needing a moment to process. He leaned forward and set the flask on the ground, as if to say that if he were going to get drunk on something, it would be me, not alcohol.
“You’re quite the straightforward guy,” I uttered.
“Because hinting at it didn’t work out in my favor with you.”
“I’m a tough nut to crack,” I said, still not daring to look at him. “I know it better than anyone.”
What bothered me the most wasn’t my constant hesitation. It was that I left him with no choice but to do all the heavy lifting. That had to end if I ever wanted to see eye to eye with him.
I gathered the courage to place my right hand on his knee, brushing my thumb across it. My gaze lingered there for a moment before drifting to his chest, pausing another second before finally reaching his face. I lifted my left hand and rested it on his cheek, caressing him gently. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, pushing his cheek further into my palm. I nudged my head a little closer, glanced at his lips, and—fuck it—leaned in and pressed my mouth on his.
Tingles spread from my lips across my face and through my entire body. His mouth opened, inviting me in. Following his lead, I parted my lips too and let our tongues meet. Somehow,this time his kiss was far more arousing than the first we shared a week ago. Back then, it had felt forbidden, like something we shouldn’t be doing, which had been hot in its own way. Now, however, his kiss felt comforting, inviting me to linger and savor the moment.
The foil around our shoulders rustled when Theo wrapped his arms around my back and deepened his kiss. My chest fluttered, catching me off guard—as if I weren’t allowed to feel that way anymore, as if I were too old and rusty to make out with someone and still have my chest flutter like this. But that was nothing more than a lie I had told myself, words that had carried me through the last few years to avoid getting attached to the men who were only interested in casual sex. There was no need for that now. Theo had proven more than enough that he wasn’t the smash-and-dash type. If he were, he wouldn’t have spent so much time with me, still choosing to be here even though nothing physical has happened between us for so long.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth. Theo tightened his grip on my shoulders and pulled me closer until I had to brace myself against his legs to keep from tipping into him. His right hand slid along my thigh and crawled beneath my shirt. His fingers traced through the hair that had grown there like weeds, moving more eagerly with every passing second. Before I knew it, he had unlocked something inside me I hadn’t known was still there.
As if I were twenty years younger, I sat up and swung my legs over his, climbing onto his lap. My ass pressed against his groin, already feeling his erection nudging into me. His hands wandered to my back, settling on my flanks to steady me.
A gigantic thunderclap rolled through the night. Our lips parted as our heads turned toward the sky. Another rumble followed, quieter than the first.
Theo repositioned his hands and pulled my hips half an inch closer. “I have to admit that I didn’t expect you to get on top of me.”
“It’s one of the best ways to keep you warm.”
“Sure, let’s pretend that’s the reason.” He pulled me into another kiss.
While he held me in place with his left hand, he grabbed my bulge with his right, feeling up my hard dick through my jeans. He pressed his palm firmly against it, rubbing me so intensely that I wanted to tear the fabric between us. As if he could read my mind, he unbuttoned my pants and tugged down the zipper.
“Is that okay?” he asked.
“It’s only fair considering the show you gave me earlier.”
He pulled down my briefs, letting my dick spring out. His fingers wrapped around my shaft and started to jerk me off. I brought my right hand behind my back and cupped his bulge.
“Can I suck you?” I asked, acting as if I had never done it before and needed his permission.
“Only if I can repay the favor.”
We kissed once more before I slipped off him and knelt before him. He uncrossed his legs, put his feet on the ground, and spread them wide. His erection pressed hard against his sweatpants. I leaned my head against his leg and stared at the outline for a moment, unable to fathom that I was about to hook up with him again.
He leaned his head against the wall and adjusted the emergency blanket around his shoulders. “You look freaking sexy down there,” he said, bringing his left hand to my head.
“Are you sad that you don’t have your camera to take a picture now?” I joked.
“Even if,” he replied, shaking his head. “No, that view is meant for myeyes, just like this”—he pushed his left hand intothe fabric, making the outline of his hard cock even clearer—“is for yours.”
“You can, if you want to,” I said without giving it much thought. I was so opposed to it last time because I couldn’t be sure that I could truly trust him. Now, that was more than obvious.
“It’s not necessary?—”
