Page 70 of Meet Me in the Blue

“I’m here,” I said. “I’m here.”

The words were lost in the steam, my muted grunts buried in the crook of his neck. We grasped with frantic hands. Closer and not close enough. I kissed our secret message inked into the skin of his shoulder, traced the line of his tattoo with the tip of my tongue. I craved every goose bump I tasted, every etched muscle under his pale skin. My hands shook with awe as they slid over his chest, down his ribs and below his ass. He leaned back, the flushed head of his cock leaking against his stomach as he lifted onto his knees. The water had started to cool, and he shivered as he stared down at me.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” he asked, and I nodded.

We barely dried off, unable to stop kissing long enough to get the job done properly. Luka’s hair was still wet when his head hit the pillows, and as I crawled on top of him, his hand slid to the back of my neck.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“A little.”

“Should we—”

Luka dragged me down into a blistering kiss, my entire body covering his. We moved together, our cocks sliding between us, and after a few minutes, we were both panting and sweaty.

“Fuck,” he moaned and rolled us both, holding me down beneath him.

He took his time kissing his way down my neck and chest, and I was a mess of need and nerves. He swallowed my cock into the obscene heat of his mouth, and I almost came right then and there. I was turned on and edgy, the sensation still new, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted relief. It was too good, too surreal, having something like this, having Luka.

“Rook.” His cheeks were red, his eyes hazy as he came up for air. He was breathless, his fingers curling against the hair on my thigh. “I… I want to be inside you… but if you don’t—”

“I do.” I sat up and he leaned back onto his knees. I cupped his cheeks, my thumb dipping between his parted lips. He’d given himself to me. He’d let me explore and touch and feel on my own terms, and I wanted to keep going, going until there was nothing unknown between us. “I want to give you everything.”

“I want to make it good for you.” He smiled against my lips. “Epic.”

“I trust you.”

“I love you.”

He fell into my arms and our mouths met in another messy kiss. I fell back onto the mattress, and Luka tumbled down next to me. We slowed down, taking a few breaths, and when he kissed me again, I could taste the words he’d spoken.I love you.It was painted against his tongue, against mine.

“Give me a second,” he said and brushed my cheek with his knuckles.

I waited for him as he rummaged through his bag that he’d put in the closet after we’d checked in that afternoon, and a nervous wave of energy coursed through me. I wanted this, wanted him, but by the time he crawled back into bed, a few of those same old insecurities had come crashing forward. Would I be enough? Was I what he needed? He set a bottle on the nightstand, before pulling me back to the present, into the heat of his hold. His kiss was tentative at first, slow and deep pulses of tongue and teeth. His touch was gentle, his fingers reacquainting themselves with the slope of my shoulder, the line of my hip. We were both on our sides, and as he tugged me closer, the warmth of his body absorbed some of my anxiety.

This was Luka.

I took a breath between kisses.

I trusted this. I trusted him.

“Hey…” he said and raised up onto his elbow. “Everything still okay?”

“Yeah…” I kissed his fingers. “I want this… I want to know what you feel like.”

“God,” he groaned. “Hearing you say that…”

He pushed me onto my back, his lips capturing mine. Luka poured everything into this kiss. Every year we’d spent together, every word we’d never said, every blue hour and every sunrise. There was no doubt or reluctance, my body was his to have. He took his time, bringing me to the brink again and again, with his mouth and hands, and I was dizzy with the scent of his skin, with the feel of his lips on my thigh.

“Spread your legs for me,” he whispered.

Luka reached for the bottle he’d left on the nightstand and popped it open with the tip of his thumb. He slicked up his fingers, and my heart took off like a hummingbird. I could feel my pulse in my fingertips, in the shaft of my cock as his mouth closed around the crown. He brushed my knee with his shoulder, and I spread my legs wider. My face flushed at the first touch of his finger, the intimate pressure almost too much. I moaned as he slipped the pad of his thumb into my hole, and I grabbed the backs of my thighs on impulse. Luka pressed in deeper, whispering praise into the private hollow between my hip and thigh, and switched out his thumb for a finger. I gave into the pinch of pain, melting into something more, something I needed.

I needed.

And it was all him. Always him.

He worked me open, unlocking my body, inch by inch, until I wholly surrendered myself to him, until every ember inside my body had ignited. He was three fingers deep, and I was sweating, coming out of my skin, nothing more than a body of bones and want and…

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