Page 116 of Devilry

The worst part is we’re not even touching. The temptation on its own is too consuming, let alone an accidental touch that would completely incinerate me.

Even though I know what’s coming, it’s done nothing,absolutelynothing, to diminish the significance of those three words. What they’ll mean for us, and how much more secure in our choices I feel. If anything, the anticipation has derailed us. Left us unable to focus. Unable to do anything but wait.

When the Uber arrives in front of his brownstone, the walk up the steps feels ten times longer than it ever has before.

When we step inside, I almost expect him to throw me over his shoulders and run upstairs, but when he chooses to focus his attention on something else, I can’t help but wonder if my occasional brute of a man is nervous, and isn’t going to say something about it. With that fleeting thought, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

While Cole insists on being an adult and flicking through his mail, I do what any other horny, hot-blooded male would do. I start taking my clothes off in the living room.

Without any hints of seduction or attempts at finesse, I pull my shirt over my head and throw it on the floor. How I take my clothes off matters little to both Cole and me. It’s the naked part that’s most important.

I hear him clearing his throat behind me, and I smile to myself knowing I’ve got his attention.

Next are my shoes.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

My socks.

Footsteps sound behind me. “Elijah.”

Pretending I’m distracted, I casually turn around and meet his hungry stare. “Sorry, what were you saying?

He gives me my favourite devilish smirk before launching at me. I move just in time, running up the stairs and heading straight to the ensuite bathroom.

He manages to lock his arms around my waist before I even pass the threshold.

Dragging me back to the bed, he drops me in the middle and climbs up over me. “Don’t bother running, because I’m always going to catch you.”

I raise my hips off the bed, letting him know how hard up I am. “Have I ever told you how much I love when you get unreasonably possessive?”

He lowers his lips to my shoulder, while rolling his hips over mine. “Is that all you love?”

“Oh, is this how we’re playing it?”

He moves his mouth up to my face and across my jaw, “I’m not playing anything, I’m just asking.”

“What else are you so inclined to ask about?”

Surprising me, he takes the conversation somewhere totally different. “I loved seeing you with my family this weekend. You fit,” he says. “Better than I thought anyone ever could. You slipped in like you’d always belonged.”

I haven’t belonged somewhere in such a long time. Not the right Christian. Not the right son. Not the right friend. But when I was with Cole’s family, I felt exactly as he described. It felt like I’d known them my whole life. Like I was part of a group of people who cared what I thought, cared about how I felt. Cared about even the dumb and asinine things I had to say.

“I loved being with your family too,” I tell him. He brushes his lips across my collarbone before making his way down to my nipple. “I loved watching you with your family,” I add, my fingers running through his hair.

He rests his cheek on my chest and uses the pad of his thumb to roll my nipple. “I love how comfortable you are in your own skin.” He makes a wet trail down my torso with his tongue. “I love how you lose control for me.” His fingers unbutton my jeans. “I love that I’m the only one who’s seen you like this.” My breath hitches and I watch my stomach tremble under his weight. “I love that this never gets old; touching you, wanting you.” He drags the jeans down my legs, until all he can see is skin. My thickening cock sits against my stomach, hard and achy.

His lips meet my thighs, pressing wet open mouth kisses back up my body. He takes in the scent of me as he licks his way up my shaft, leaving me hanging for more.

When his body is finally flush with mine, he sits up, straddling me. He looks down at me, his gray eyes vulnerable and needy as his fingertips trace all the different lines and features on my face.

Closing my eyelids, he bends down to give them each a quick kiss. “I love your eyes because they can’t lie.”

He traces down the length of my nose and over my full lips. “I love your mouth. When I feel it on mine it’s like we have our own secret language.”

He rubs his fingers on either side of my temples. “I love your mind, because you’re fascinatingly complex.”

Then he rests his open handed palm on my chest and bends to kiss where my heart is. “But this I love most of all. I love it because it’s mine. I want you, Elijah,” he rasps. “Your heart. Your soul. Your body. Your mind. I want it all.”

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