I smirk. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He leans in slowly, giving me the choice with every inch. Our lips meet, tentative at first, soft. The kiss deepens, with quiet urgency beneath it, until it’s no longer just a kiss but a tether, a lifeline.
I breathe him in, pressing closer, heart thundering in my chest. My arms move on instinct, wrapping around his neck. “I…” I trail off, breath hitching.
My hands find his chest, holding on.
“I need you… inside me,” I whisper against his ear, words shaking, raw with want and desperation.
His fingers tighten on my hips. When he speaks, his voice is steady, warm, and grounded. “Then let’s go home,” he murmurs, a reassurance that makes the world shrink to just us.
SIX
MIGUEL
The truck hums beneath us, the heater cranked just enough to keep the windshield from fogging over. Caleb’s quiet beside me, hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. He’s so needy it’s almost a tremor, and I’m stuck between making him beg or pulling over and touching him until my name is the only thing he can say.
“You cold?” I ask, stealing a glance at him.
“Not really,” he mutters, but his shoulders are tight, and the way he keeps shifting in his seat tells me otherwise.
I grin, nudging him lightly with my elbow. “Liar. You’re always cold when I’m not holding you close enough.”
He rolls his eyes, lips twitching in a small, crooked smile. “Maybe I like it,” he says, voice teasing but low, almost a whisper.
“Maybe you just like making me chase you,” I counter, hand brushing against his knee. The spark is immediate. His breathing stalls, and I can feel him shift so it presses against my thigh.
“Maybe I do,” he murmurs, leaning a little closer, hood falling back, hair falling into his eyes. I reach up, pushing itaway, my thumb brushing over his temple. The warmth under my fingers makes my chest tighten.
We drive in a comfortable silence, with only the engine and the distant sound of the waves breaking. Every glance I steal says the same thing: I want him, and he knows it. He leans into me a little, hand brushing against mine, and I don’t pull away.
Why would I?
“We’ll be home soon,” I murmur, voice low.
He nods, lips parted slightly, and I can’t help the slow smirk that spreads across my face. The want in his eyes when he looks at me makes me feel dangerous in the best way. Like I could take anything the world throws at me because he’ll still be looking at me like that.
God, I need him.
When we finally pull into my parking spot, I cut the engine and turn to him. My hand slides to his thigh, thumb tracing slow, teasing circles over the fabric of his sweats.
His eyes snap up to mine, heat burning behind them.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of the truck without kissing me first,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says, almost breathless. “I wouldn’t want to.” Caleb leans over and kisses me softly.
I step out and circle to his side, helping him down., The afternoon air is sharp against our skin. I grab his hand and pull him close, pressing him back against the truck for a second longer than necessary. His breath turns shallow as he settles against me, and I can feel his pulse racing under my palm.
“Come on,” I murmur, my lips grazing his ear as I steer him toward the condo. He shivers, and I kiss the smile into his skin.
My needy boy.
The door barely shuts behind us as I back him against the wall. My hands slide into his hair, while my lips claim his. Caleb melts into me, hips pressing low against mine. The kiss turnsslow, hungry and teasing, and I can feel him tremble in my hands.
“Miguel…” he gasps between kisses, fingers clutching my sweatshirt. “I… I need—please… take me to the bedroom.”
Just like that, the world narrows to only him.
