Page 69 of Lost in the Current of You

He lifted me to sit on the counter, and I wrapped my hand around his bicep to tug him closer, making him grunt with the force of our collision. I want to feel the way his naked torso melded to me, the warmth of his skin wrapping around me. He never parted from my lips, his lips just as hungry for mine as I was for him.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t see or hear anything but him. With my fingers in his hair and his digging into my ass, I was absolutely consumed by him that I forgot where we were. I didn’t care.

He lifted me off the counter, making me wrap my legs around him as he started walking. I didn’t care where he was taking me, I just didn’t want him to stop kissing me, touching me, or igniting the fire within me.

He turned and I heard the click of a door closing before I was pressed against it. He pecked my lips, once, twice before he pressed his forehead against mine, his breath coming out in puffs of air against my lips. His hands never stopped roaming my body and it was like breathing air into the building fire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Kody,” he spoke before his throat worked with a swallow. “So, I need you to walk away now if you have any doubts or reservations about me. Because I couldn’t possibly walk away from you, not now.”

My eyes fluttered open with his words, only to find his squeezed shut, as if anticipating me walking out at this moment.

But just like him, I couldn’t possibly walk away either. He had become the very centre of my being. From the moment we met, both of us in vulnerable places and finding a safe place in each other, we had intertwined, and now it was impossible for us to break free without severing us from the root.

All of my trust, my secrets, and my heart had been poured into the palm of his hand. He had it all from the moment I met him.

I pulled him closer, my hands framing his face, his lips barely brushing mine as I whispered against them. “It would be impossible to walk away from you, Reece.”

His eyes popped open to look into mine, and I saw the sincerity in them. Then, it was like a magnetic force, bringing us back together in a heated kiss as he spun us around. I was so lost in him, like a current pulling me under the surface and absorbing all my coherent thoughts. Except, instead of fight or flight and the sinking feeling, I felt weightless, as if I was floating.

I felt it all the way to my toes. His lips, the trail of his fingertips down my sides, the swirl of his tongue against my skin, the noises that spewed from his lips.

He laid me down on the bed, my hair fanning all around me and the weight of him on top of me.

“I have been such a fool when it comes to you. Fighting everything in me that wanted to be right here with you. Not just like this, but to be with you, every moment of every day,” he whispered against my skin. “And I will make up for all the lost time I could have had with you.”

His lips pressed promises into my skin and his fingers were like the answering call to his lips as they dipped between my thighs and circled the bundle of nerves that ached for him.

My whispered sighs were hot and heavy against his lips as they hovered above my own. His eyes were so intent on mine as he whispered words of praise and encouragement, watching me sink deeper into him until I shattered and became an instant puddle underneath him.

His grin was devastatingly devilish as I gripped him tighter against me, pulling him down.

“You okay?” he whispered, kissing a path down my jaw to my ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth and making my shutter.

I nodded, unsure if words could even be pieced together at that moment.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet,” he mumbled in a heated breath against my skin.

I was too impatient though. I needed more. I needed him. To feel him, to kiss him, to have all of him, to meld him into my soul. It was like it was my first time again with how nervous I felt.

“I need you,” I breathed, words shaking as they pushed passed my lips in a raw admission. I didn’t just mean I needed him inside me in the heat of the moment, I needed him like the air I breathed.

He was steadily becoming a lifeline I reached for in the moments I used to feel alone.

His answering kiss seared my lips in a heavy and intoxicating rhythm that had me right at the edge already.

He slowly stripped us both of our clothes until he was hovering above me on his elbows on either side of my head, both of us exposed and the vibrating feeling of anticipation and nerves sinking through our bones. His soft gaze bore into mine as he took the condom he pulled from the pocket of his pants and slid it on himself before he positioned the hard length of him to my entrance. There was a pause in a moment of time where we just existed in each other’s orbit, absorbing the moment. It was the last loop in the string that would tie us together.

He rocked into me slowly and I felt utterly obliterated by him. I fell right down the rabbit hole when it came to him, finally believing in the once-in-a-lifetime. He watched me with every stroke he made. Every pump of his hips sparking life in me and the glide of his fingertips over my hip and the thigh that wrapped around his hip awakened my nerves like a live wire.

It was when he lifted off me to hook his hands under my knees and stretched me open, his eyes devoured down my body until he was watching himself enter me that I fell apart with his name falling from my lips in a whisper.

“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping back down to me.

His brows pinched as he rested his forehead against mine and wrapped an arm under my back, pressing my chest to his, our bodies melded together in every possible way. Then he was moaning my name into my ear like a prayer as he found his release.

I fell asleep in his arms that night and it was the first time everything was quiet. My thoughts, my fears, my doubts. It all became a distant memory wrapped in him.

It was the perfect way to start the new year.

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