Page 62 of Icy Heart, Empty Chest
I felt a riptide of emotion swelling up.
“Yes, Dae. I want this, us, more than anything.”
“Thank fuck.” He groaned as he kissed me further and pushed me back into the couch, running a hand through his shaggy hair. My excitement had given way to growing anticipation.
I didn’t want to stop touching him. My hands disappeared under his shirt to touch his pecs, running down his abs and to his broad back.
In response, he ripped off his shirt, tossing it aside. He towered over me, putting his forehead on mine, both of us breathing heavily.
“I’ve dreamed of us like this.”
“Dae, I’m here.” The emotion choked me briefly. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get over that surge.
I wrapped my arms lazily around his head and kissed him again. He cradled my head again, running his fingers through my long hair.
I gave a little laugh. He was still so tentative. “You can touch me, Dae. I’m not going to disappear. Come on.”
I detached from him and hopped up from the couch, starting to move slowly backwards toward my bedroom, stopping in the doorway. I wanted away from his sick bed and into my bed.
“Coming?”
His eyes lit up and he stalked forward to lift me into his arms. I broke out a laugh as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I tooka long look at his form moving toward me and internally sighed. His visage was closer to the gods of old.
“You are so beautiful.” I ran my fingertips down his face tenderly.
He walked through the door, holding me, and sat down on the bed.
“Thanks, I guess.” He laughed. “I would have said the more attractive between us was always you. That hair, those eyes, this amazing ass.”
“No one’s ever called it amazing before.”
“Then they were obviously blind. You are stunningly attractive, Cor.” I blushed again, turning my head away and he slid his hands down my waist, resting at my hips. “Trust me. Your beauty is noticed.” His warm hands held on possessively.
I laughed and fiddled with his wavy hair. “You were very much in demand in school.”
“Less than you would think. Most figured out I was holding a torch for you.”
I shivered, and he frowned. “Cold?”
“A little but it feels good to hear you say that.” I had always denied it, denied we were together or he liked me or I liked him. How could I otherwise?
“I thought it was obvious.” He nuzzled into the side of my head.
“I am…very oblivious,” I whispered. He pinned me with his eyes again and whispered into my ear, “Just to spell it all out then, I am hopelessly infatuated with you and as soon as you let me, I want to touch every part of you.”
I’d never known him so bold. It was a totally different side to him.
“Never knew you were so primal,” I said, with a thrill going down my spine.
“Only for you, my nymph.”
I grinned. “I like this seductive side to you.”
He kissed a line down my neck and rested a hand in the middle of my breasts. “I look forward to seducing you.” Never had a handful of words made me so eager.
I looked down and saw the fading scar on his chest. I put my hand over it, feeling the beating beneath it. He saw me gazing at it.
“It’s always been yours, you know?” Time stopped in that moment. It was all I needed to hear.
