“I think you’re the kind of guy anyone would be lucky to have,” I admitted. “I don’t know why your friends would be making fun of you.”
“Because I do things like this.”
“Like, you find a nice guy and decide to sleep on his patio, and surprise, he’s actually a properly nice guy and looks after you? And then you want to shag him to top it off?”
“Exactly!” he shouted out, looking surprisingly excited. “That’s exactly what I do. I get myself in a good place, and I fuck it up. I shouldn’t be allowed out of the house. Apart from work. I’m good at work. It’s kind of frowned upon to fuck up at work, so I tend to avoid that.”
“Good.” I had to smile. He was… Damn it. I had to stop letting him get to me.
“What I think.” He paused to whip up a bit of tomato sauce with his fingertip. Cleaning the plate before placing said finger in his mouth and sucking it.
Fucking hell, Riley. I could see it. And I was not falling for any more of his tricks.
“I think.” Another pregnant pause as he placed the tray down on the floor and shuffled over on the bed. Closer to me.
Bare chest. Messy hair. Pouty lips. A small speck of tomato sauce on his chin.
My pants.
Just that was weird as hell, and it still made me warm on the inside. Like I somehow owned part of this vision of beauty. I wanted to reach out and touch him. Wanted to kiss that stupid little smirk on his face.
“Noah, I think we should kiss. Just to see if there’s anything there. If not? Fine. Drag me back to where I belong and get on with your holiday. I might have to borrow your Crocs. Not sure I can hobble barefoot in the sand. Risk of infection and all that.”
I wanted to tell him to stop trying to reel me in. Stop with the stupid suggestions, because he knew full well he had me. That I would never pick him up and throw him out. I was weak that way. Weak-hearted. Stupid.
“You can stay,” I said. See? Didn’t even fight it.
“So, can I kiss you?”
“You want to kiss…me.”
“Mmm.” Biting his lip, and moving in slow motion in front of me. The man was a total flirt. “Only to see if we both like it. We have to try things. I already know you think I’m cute. I think you’re sex on legs. And if we don’t kiss?”
I was a rational man. Reasonable. Educated and smart. Yet he let me sit here and nod?
So what if he was now up on his knees, crawling on all fours until he was right there in my face?
Too close. I could feel his breath on me, his nose gently nudging the tip of mine. That little touch gave me shivers, and I meant proper shivers. My body reacting everywhere. And my hand moved automatically, doing what I wanted it to do. I fisted his hair, crushing those curls in my grip. Held him down so I could maul those lips. Because yes. Maybe I wasn’t very good at all of this. I was good at one thing, though. I was good at those fantasies that swirled in my head, the ideas of what I wanted. What I needed. So I’d taken it before I’d even finished that thought. My lips on his.
I needed it. This. How he knew I couldn’t tell, but he let me and I was melting in his grip, his fingers around my face. Rough stubble under his soft palm. His lips? Fuck. Kissable wasn’t even the start of it as he leantheavily on me, making me roll back. His hand behind my neck to catch my fall. Him, on top of me, and me refusing to let go of that mouth. Kissing him. Over and over again, his mouth a little open, letting me do all those things I craved. Our tongues. Our lips. Our mouths fusing and releasing, and my leg bending up, hoping to feel him sink down against me. I wanted him. Wanted his arse in my grip.
Oops. Yes. My brain wasn’t even catching up with my body, my fingers now squeezing that little arse on him, and my other hand still moving through his curls. Hoping I would get stuck, tied to him forever.
“Fuck,” he said into my mouth. Just a soft puff of air, but I heard it. I wondered if I said it back or if it was just in my head.
“Fox,” I whispered.
“Noah, I think we’re well beyond kissing. I think you need to fuck me.”
The strangest part of all this was…that I suddenly fully agreed.
Chapter 6
Fox
He’d at least stopped talking and started… Yes. I thought he might have been…like this. Like when he stopped the facade and started actually letting himself be? That he would prove to be amazing. The way he flipped me over and pinned me down, his fingers still stuck in my hair. He pulled, yes, but I liked it.
I thought I liked everything he was doing to me. His shirt was still on, but I managed to tug his shorts down so I could grab his arse. Big, round globes of absolute goodness. Hard, firm muscle and a dick that I hadn’t dared eyeball yet, but that was definitely grindingagainst my thigh.
