To the heat of his body. To the ache curling low and wild in my stomach.
All I need is him and all he needs is me.
“Save your begging, pretty boy. At least wait until I have these clothes off of you.” I grin against his lips, tugging him closer as I lead him toward the bedroom.
Caleb’s hands never leave me, fingers tangled in my shirt, and I can feel him trembling just from the anticipation—charged.
Every brush of our bodies sends sparks straight through me.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, pushing the door open and letting him step inside first.
He pauses just inside the room, eyes dark, lips slightly parted, and chest heaving. His need is a live wire, and it yanks my own to the surface until my hands won’t hold still.
“You sure?” I ask, voice low, teasing even though my pulse is racing. “We don’t have to rush?—”
“I don’t care about rushing,” he interrupts, stepping closer, heat radiating off him. “I just… I need you here. I need this.”
His words hit me right in the chest.
Caleb’s gotten better about being honest about his needs with me, and I want to give him every piece of myself when he opens up. Every touch, every kiss, every second. My hands slide to his waist, pulling him flush against me, and his lips find mine again.
The bed is just behind us, but I don’t let him go. I spin and press him against the wall again, just for a heartbeat, letting him feel the weight of me, the solidness of my body against his. Hishands are everywhere—on my chest, in my hair, and along my arms.
“You’re mine,” I whisper into his ear, lips brushing the shell. “You know that, right?”
“I know,” he whispers back, voice shaking slightly. “I… I fucking need you.”
The words hit like fire. I’ve heard them before, felt the desperation under them but this time, he’s saying them out loud with nowhere to hide. No shrug, no smirk, no taking it back. And I can’t ignore what he wants from me.
My hands roam over him, brushing over the muscles I know so well, having memorized every line and every curve. He gasps against me, soft and needy, and I tilt my head, deepening the kiss.
His body is flush against me, and I can feel the tremors running through him. He clutches my shoulders, holding me closer, and I let him.
I don’t want to stop, I don’t want to hold back a single second more.
“Baby…please,” he breathes, pulling back just slightly to look up at me. Eyes dark, lips swollen, chest rising and falling fast. “Take me… ”
I don’t need to hear it twice. I grab his hand, fingers lacing with his, tugging him onto the bed.
He sits, and I kneel in front of him, leaning close so our foreheads touch. Caleb shivers again at the contact, hands on my chest, holding me like he’s afraid I might vanish.
I brush my thumb over his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw.
“You’re safe,” I whisper, voice husky. “If I need to stop, you tell me, and everything stops. Understand?”
“I understand.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, then buries his face in my neck, arms tightening around me. I hold him close, rocking us gently, letting him settle against me.
Every touch and breath, even the smallest shift between us, feels like a quiet promise. And as he murmurs my name into the crook of my neck, soft and trembling, I know this—this closeness, this intimacy—is everything we need right now.
No masks.
No pretenses.
Just us, together, safe, and finally letting the world wait.
I run my hands over his shoulders, slowly sliding the hoodie up his arms until it drops to the floor. His skin is warm beneath my fingers, and I can feel him shiver—not from the cold. My hands linger a moment longer than necessary, memorizing the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
“Relax,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his. “I’ve got you.”
