My issue?
We’re riding in separate cars.
If I thought the drive there took a century, I was dead wrong.
This is taking amillennium.
Even though his headlights are blinding me through the rearview, he’s too far. I’m desperate to be touching some part of him right this second. I should probably address this little codependency issue with Dr. Kat, but that’s Future Remy’s problem. Present Remy wants his boyfriend permanently attached to him, preferably by the dick, mouth or ass.
Needling rain sprinkles the windshield as I shift the truck into park and summon every ounce of self-control Ipossess not to inhale him the second he’s within reach. (There's not much to work with.)
The Rover rolls into the space beside me. Win flashes a shy smile through the window.
We’re magnets, drawing each other in, flipping and repelling, then slamming back together again. Right now, the pull is stronger than ever. As I’m jogging around the bed of my truck, he’s stepping out of the SUV.
That minuscule slice of self-control? Out the fucking window.
Ineedto taste his smile.
We collide.
More like I crash into him and latch onto his parted lips.
Chuckling, he gives in. “You act like we weren’t making out thirty minutes ago.”
“Only thirty minutes?” I nip his bottom lip. “No, it's been at least a decade.”
His cheeks flush. Then helaughs,and it's this airy surprised breath that obliterates me. This flustered, speechless— almostbashful—side of him turns me into a feral animal. I’m fucking starving for more of it.
The misty drizzle morphs into sharper splats.
I tip my chin at the glittering drops dancing in the beam of the streetlight. “Come on, it’s picking up.”
Grey eyes sparkle with amusement. “I thought you like me soaked?”
RIP my patience. At this point, if I don’t get my mouth, hands or cock on or inside some part of him, I might die.
I grasp him by the hips and lift.
That laugh again. Mygod, It’s more beautiful than the music he played earlier. He wraps legs around my waist as I head for the stairs, his face buried in my neck. The tip of his tongue flicks my heated skin.
Precum leaks in my boxers. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He nuzzles behind my ear, mouthing my pulse and making it fucking impossible to focus.
“Keep that up and we’re not making it inside.”
Now his hands are in my hair and his bulge is rubbing against my abs and my entire body is rioting to fuck him into oblivion. I pick up the pace, adjusting him in my arms—
A soft whine.
“Jesus.Fuck.” I pant, thighs burning and cock throbbing.Just a few more steps. Though, when I reach the landing, I can’t help kneading his ass.
His spine arches and another delicious sound escapes him.
“Hang on, love, I’m unlocking the door now,” I murmur.
Momentum and desperation reel us inside.
