Page 41 of The Last Person
“I want so much more than that. Look, I know it’s a lot, and I don’t want to fuck up our friendship, but?—”
His words die as I lurch forward, grab the side of his neck, and slant my mouth over his. If it’s a dream or a fantasy, I don’t care. I’m going to soak in every second I get.
I’m lightheaded and can barely breathe. Desire courses through me, and I don’t think it’s one-sided. It can’t be with how passionately he’s kissing me.
Something like a whimper sounds in his throat, and I kiss him harder.
He fists my shirt, pulling me closer as he runs his tongue over my bottom lip.
That’s all the invitation I need to thrust my tongue into his mouth.
This is everything I’ve wanted, and he’s handing himself over to me. He’s mine now.
Ryan Laurent Hardison is mine.
Our kisses are forceful and sloppy. Reckless and unhinged.
There’s nothing held back between us, and my heart is flying out of my chest.
This is what I was always supposed to be doing. He’s mine. My person. My love.
That’s probably too much too soon, but I know I love him, no doubt in my mind.
And as the depth of our emotional connection mixes with the physical, it only makes that clearer.
“Brian,” he breathes against my lips. I can feel the ache of his voice in my bones. That unrelenting desire.
I don’t want to break our kiss, and yet, I have to know.
Untangling myself from him, I rest my forehead against his, both of us breathing heavily.
I don’t get a chance to ask or say anything before his lips are on mine again. This time, he’s claiming me. His hands slip down to my butt, and as he drags me closer, he rolls his hips towardme, and I feel his hard cock. I bend my knees slightly, and push my hips forward, letting him feel me in return.
Then his cock brushes against mine, and I’m a goner.
We kiss and grind together, lost in each other.
“Hardy,” I groan.
Then our tongues are wrestling madly again as we grind against each other. I slip my hands under his shirt and break our kiss so I can pull it off him. I take in his toned chest and abs, then dive forward again, sucking on his neck.
“Brian. Fuck, I need more. I need everything.”
That makes me lift my lips and meet his eyes. “I need everything with you too.” I let out a couple of long breaths. “Starting with an explanation.” Forcing myself to take half a step back, I watch his reaction.
The first thing I notice are his swollen lips. Swollen from kissing me. Because somehow, Hardy wants me. This is the moment where all my idiocy hits me. “How long?” I croak out. “How long have you wanted me?”
“I’ve been questioning it for months now. Looking back, I realize a lot of my feelings for you that I associated with friendship have been something more. Over the last couple of weeks is when I figured it all out for sure.”
“That night at the club?” I ask, not sure I want the answer, but I have to know regardless.
“I was… testing myself. It’d been so long since I hooked up, and I needed to know if the reason was because I was comfortable staying in with you or because I didn’t want anyone but you.”
“And?”
His lips curve up. “I got my answer. I think I had it before I even left the floor. Because when I was dancing with that girl, I was watching you. I was hard because of you. And as soon as I tried to go off with her, it all faded away. All I could think aboutwas you. Then I imagined kissing you…” A shiver runs through him, and I reach out, skimming my fingers along his jawline. He makes a tortured noise and leans into the touch.
How stupid have I been? This dating app thing? He’s been right here, aching for me the way I ache for him.
