He sighs and sits down in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. “After firing the attorneys, I got this stupid thought in my head: what if we just stayed married?”
My breath catches at the question.
Euan doesn’t look at me as he speaks, his eyes locked on his own clasped hands. “Then we got the phone call from the County Clerk. You were so happy, while I felt like something had been ripped away from me.”
“You wanted to be married to me for real?”
He chuckles, though the sound is bitter, self-deprecating. “I know, even I don’t tend to rush relationshipsthatmuch. But everything about that week with you was … It was practically my married-life fantasy. It’s the little moments of intimacy and sharing things together. The trust you showed while we explored your kinks. And I know the sex was supposed to be casual and you only invited me to stay at your apartment out of a sense of obligation—”
“I loved living with you.”
That finally gets him to look up at me, dark brows furrowed.
“Yes, I invited you to stay because I didn’t want you to waste money on a hotel all week,” I begin, speaking slowly as I try to find the words to explain. “But I enjoyed having you in my space. Whether it was spending the whole day with you or coming home and knowing you’d be there. The only thing I didn’t like was when we slept in separate beds. Hell, I might have tied you to the bed if I could have.” An image flashes through my head of Euan’s arms locked above his head, muscles stark from tension. Tempting, but not as fun as when I’m in his place. “Actually, I still think I’d prefer to be the one tied up.”
Euan’s eyes darken at the suggestion. He stands up and approaches slowly, like he’s afraid I’ll bolt if he makes any sudden movements. “What do you want from this relationship? I need you to say it clearly.”
I take a deep breath and lock eyes with him. “I’m happy we aren’t married.”
His expression shifts slightly, jaw tightening as he braces himself for disappointment.
“BecauseI want to date you normally. I like you, Euan, but I really want to get to know you without the confusing and messy complications of an accidental marriage and an annulment and all that bullshit—”
His mouth seals over mine, finally cutting off my rambling. The kiss is sweeter than usual, and I hum in delight as I deepen it, licking up all that sweetness. But when I lean in closer, my coffee-soaked shirt sticks uncomfortably to my skin.
Euan kisses a trail from my cheek down to my neck. “I think we both need a shower.” Then he bites down gently and sucks.
“You’re going to leave a hickey,” I complain, even as I tilt my head to give him better access.
He withdraws his teeth and licks up the traces of iced coffee from my throat. “Sorry, you’re just so delicious.”
“What are you going to do, give me a tongue bath?”
He chuckles and traces a line with his tongue down to my collar bone. “There’s an idea.”
The image of him licking every inch of me clean makes my skin feel hypersensitive, tingling at even the slightest touch. “O-okay.”
Euan’s smile against my skin is soft and ticklish—then he bites down again.
My half-yelp, half-moan just encourages him. Slowly, he strips layers of my clothing away like he’s peeling the wrapper off a candy. Each time he reveals an untouched stretch of skin, he licks it clean right before taking a bite. He spends an extra long time on each nipple, teasing and sucking them both into peaks that continue to ache even after he’s moved on.
He drops to his knees, tongue laving over my stomach, swirling around my belly button. One of my hands is clutching his shoulder, the other is tangled in his soft hair. I don’t try to guide his head though—I doubt I could move him even if I had enough thoughts left to know where I want him to go.
Too focused on his mouth, I don’t even notice what his hands are doing until my slacks fall to the ground, exposing my briefs that are soaked for a very different reason. Euan slides them out of his way and begins lapping up the precum dripping down my cock.
“Th-there’s no coffee there,” I pant, watching him with half-lidded eyes.
“You’re still the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says right before closing his lips around the tip. He gives my cock the same ravenous attention as the rest of me. Long, leisurely licks. Sucking with just the right amount of pressure. Taking the whole length of me, until his beard brushes my pubic hair.
At some point, my knees stop holding me up anymore. I feel strong arms around me, then the world tips over asmy back lands across the bed. Everything is a hazy mix of sensations: wet, hot, slick, friction.
Cool air chilling my wet cock finally snaps me out of the daze. Frowning, I push myself up on my elbows. But the second I see Euan, the frown disappears. He’s stripping off his own stained clothes. Quick and efficient at first, but when he notices me staring, he slows down. Takes his time unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding them down his hips and thighs. He leaves his boxers in place for now, only giving me a hint of his erection as it tents the plaid.
“Turn over,” he orders.
I pout at him. “I’m not done looking.”
“And I’m not done eating.”
