Page 57 of Up In Flames
“Something like that.” Will’s nose bumped against the shell of my ear, then he buried it in my hair.
“Did you just sniff me?”
He had me trapped between him and the door. I pressed into him, relishing the warmth of his body against mine. His grip on my hips tightened, and he ground his bulge against my ass.
“Tonight was torture,” Will admitted. He mouthed the shell of my ear and slid his hands under my shirt, giving me goosebumps.
“I wanted to kiss you so bad,” I confessed.
One of Will’s hands wandered around the front and slid down my lounge pants. He let out a laugh, more a puff of air than an actual laugh, at the fact that I’d gone commando.
“Well, this is interesting.” He took me in hand, his other arm snaking under the shirt and up until he was cradling me against him. My back pressed to his chest, his hand on my chest keeping me there, as if I wanted to be anywhere else. The dry slide of his hand on my dick shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, but already I was close to coming undone.
“Will, please.” I tilted my head, letting his mouth have more access to my neck. I didn’t have to ask him to kiss me there; he just did. He knew the signs of my body, of what it was asking for. His stubble scraped against my skin, reminding me how easy it would be for him to ruin me. He could mark me everywhere with only his mouth. He could leave me a wreck with only his lips, his teeth, and that infuriatingly hot five o’clock shadow.
“Please, what, Oren?” A thumb brushed against my nipple, making me gasp. “What do you need?”
As if he didn’t know.
As if he was unaware that I needed him.
As if there was any doubt that I needed his body on my body. His cock in my ass. His mouth on mine. His fucking heart.
Oh, God. I loved him.
The realization slammed into me, leaving me breathless in a whole different way. I fucking loved Will Dorsey, and there was no way I could possibly share that revelation just yet.
“Will, please. I need you in me.”
His answering laugh told me he was only too happy to oblige.
CHAPTER 26
Will
There was nothing in this world better than the feel of Oren’s body against mine. Slightly shorter, slimmer, it was like he’d been built just for me. The perfect fit. And he was wearing my shirt. Some kind of inner caveman inside me fucking loved that he was wearing it. It felt like I’d claimed him or that he’d claimed himself on my behalf. Either way, Oren was mine.
I dragged my mouth down his neck, leaving a trail of heat and damp. Oren trembled against me, becoming needier with every passing second.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you against this door, we need a bed.” I released his cock and pulled my hand out of his pants, much to his dismay. I pressed my mouth against his shoulder and stifled a laugh at the way he whimpered from the loss of my touch.
He turned, hands gripping my shirt, and he pulled me into a kiss. Sudden and devastating, he swept his tongue into my mouth and kissed me like I’d wanted to kiss him all night. With abandon. With every bit of passion inside me so everyone would know that I belonged to him. That he was mine and I was his.
It would’ve been easy to press him against the door and slot our cocks together. To let lust and friction take over, but I wanted more than that. Ending the kiss took all my willpower, but it was worth it to see the look in Oren’s eyes.
“Bed.”
“Fuck yes,” he agreed on an exhale.
Linking our hands together, I tugged him toward the bedroom, pausing at the sight of a frozen pizza on the counter. “You need a keeper. That’s not food.”
“Well, I beg to differ. It definitely is food. At least it had better be. I did eat it for dinner.”
“I’ll make you a better one.”
“What if I want pineapple?” Oren asked as we entered the bedroom.
I turned to face him and put my hands on his hips. With a grin, I yanked his pants down to his ankles. Oren let out a startled yelp, followed by a laugh. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside.
