Page 40 of Meet You Half Way
It was pouring with rain by the time we made it upstairs, Mateo looking even sexier with droplets of water in his hair, and we watched as a lightning storm lit up the suddenly dark sky as it crashed over the ocean. The light show really was something to see, very nearly as spectacular as the man at my side as we watched the storm wreak havoc with the heavens from the safety of the lounge room window.
We ate dinner together and then we curled up on my sofa, Mateo not protesting when I pulled him down to lie between my legs as I flicked through the programs.
“Any preference?” I asked, loving the feel of him here like this, his weight on me.
“Rob and I have a bit of a thing forFarmer Wants a Wife,” he admitted.
“Do you? That’s kind of adorable,” I smiled, finding the program and selecting the latest episode. “Tell me who the front runners are.”
Mateo’s face lit up as he told me all about the girls in the running for the farmers, all the fights and dramas and the ones he hoped would win. It was actually really adorable hearing him talk about the show, knowing his own feelings on romance. Maybe he was a romantic at heart, he just didn’t know it yet. I would love to show him what it was like to be really loved by someone. If he would ever let me.
“Do you want to stay?” I asked as the show’s credits started to roll. The storm had still not let up outside although the thunder and lightning had moved along, gone somewhere else to terrorise the coast.
“Yeah,” Mateo agreed with a gentle nod.
I found him a spare toothbrush in my bathroom vanity and then we stood side by side brushing our teeth like some kind of normal couple.
I lent him a pair of athletic shorts that were several sizes too big for him and he laughed as he pulled them on, the sound like a gunshot wound to my heart as I realised how infrequently I heard that sound. It was enough that I almost missed how distracting he looked with those shorts hung low on his hips, that delicious v leading a path to where his shorts barely concealed his bulge.
He crawled into bed first, eyes on me as I climbed in behind him. I knew what he was thinking, probably what he was expecting too but I didn’t give it to him.
Instead, I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my body around his smaller frame and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck.
“Night, Mateo,” I murmured against his smooth skin, his scent absorbing me and making me a little heady with lust.
“Night, Jamie,” he said, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
I woke the next day to the calm of a still morning after last night’s storm to find Mateo’s dark eyes on me, a soft smile on his face as he watched me sleep.
“Well, this is an unexpected turn of events,” I mumbled.
“What is?” he smiled.
“You waking up before me,” I chuffed. He smiled back at me, a brightness in those inky eyes that wasn’t there when we’d met for coffee just yesterday.
“Maybe it’s because I woke up feeling horny for you,” he said, illustrating his point by shifting his hips and, oh yes, he was horny all right.
“Hmm,” I mulled, aware I was at the pointy end of the moral dilemma of my own making. I’d made such a point about this not being about sex but what did I do when I suddenly really wanted it to be about sex?
“I know what you’re thinking, you know,” Mateo teased, that soft smile still on his face.
“Oh? Do you?”
“Yes. You’re all up in your head because you want to be all gentlemanly because I was having a hard day yesterday,” Mateo surmised and I couldn’t help but smile at his correct guess. “And you have no idea how much I appreciated that last night. But guess what? I’m feeling a whole lot better about today and that’s thanks to you.”
“I’m glad about that but I did kind of promise you –”
“I know,” he cut in before I could finish my sentence. “I am more than my body. But I don’t need you to be a gentleman right now, Jamie.”
I groaned, so out of my head where this guy was concerned. I also knew my resolve was paper thin this morning especially since I was feeling the exact same way as Mateo.
“Fine,” I said, breaking far too easily and not minding that smile of delight that crossed Mateo’s gorgeous face. I tackled him onto his back, mindless with my lust for him as I clamped my mouth to his, a moan leaving both our mouths as his taste consumed me.
We were back to the frenzy that we’d managed to control on Saturday night in Sydney, back to hands roaming and tongues grappling as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, going slightly mad at those sounds he was making.
The shorts I had lent him were loose enough that his dick was poking out of the top of them and they were easily discarded down his legs while I shucked mine in two seconds flat. We both grabbed for each other’s cocks, his hard and velvety and I cursed as his soft, smooth hand wrapped around me, his thumb tracing across my slit.
“How are your hands so soft?” I moaned, grazing the contours of his jawline.
