Page 75 of Always Mine

I gasp, taken off guard but kiss him back as soon as I register his lips on mine. It’s like coming home again every time he touches me. Wrapping my arms around his back, I pull him closer, not wanting an inch of space to separate us. He must agree because his hands fist the back of my flannel as he drags me even closer—like we aren’t as close as we can possibly be already.

This.God, I’ve missed this. It’s so raw. So us. The desperation we’ve always felt but tenfold since we’re reconnecting.

His tongue snakes out, demanding entrance into my mouth and I open easily, letting him take whatever he wants. I’ll give him anything right now. He can take it all. I’m practically bleeding, laid bare and begging for him to do whatever he pleases.

Our mouths move together, in perfect sync like they always have and I feel like I could eat him alive. I never want to stop kissing him, touching him, having him.

He’s mine.

We break apart on a gasp and I stare at Wyatt, waiting to see what his next move is. I’m not going to push this. I’ll go at his pace and let him take the reins. We’ll go as slow or fast as he thinks this should go.

His chest is heaving, lips flush from my kiss and it’s so hard to refrain from dragging him up to the loft caveman style. God, I hope he wants that.

“Is this too fast?” he questions, lust-filled stormy eyes staring at me with so much hunger.

Is it fast? Maybe. Do I care? Not in the slightest. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this. “It’s not.”

He reaches up, dragging his hand across my neck before teasing the zipper of my coat. “What if I want more than just kisses?”

Oh, baby. I’ll give you everything.

“You can have whatever you want,” I moan, when his fingers tug down my zipper, pushing my coat off my body. I let it fall to the ground, chest heaving as I wait for his next move.

He smirks, biting down on his lip as he slides the first button loose on my flannel now. “Dangerous words to say to a starving man. What if I eat you?”

Oh fuck. My cock is so hard, ready for attention, and his words have me picturing his lips wrapped around me.

“I’m pretty sure I’m just as starved.” My voice comes out growly.

“I know we should be going slow. And I know I should be making you wait…” His voice cracks and his fingers go to the next button. “But Paxton, I don’t want to. I’d rather bypass it all and get to the good parts. I want to feel you again. Ineedit. Can you make me feel it?”

He’s begging me with his words and his eyes, clearly not realizing it’s unnecessary. He had me ready to drop to my knees and worship him the second we walked in here.

“Come on,” I whisper, taking hold of his arm and dragging him to the ladder.

We make our way up somehow not tripping or falling, thankfully. The anticipation of what’s to come is killing me. Three years changes a lot of things, but never this. We’ve always been so compatible in this department, and the thought of having him again like this is about to drive me out of my fucking mind.

He’s on me as soon as we clear the ladder. Lips rough, tongues probing and hands gliding everywhere. He works open the buttons of my shirt and pushes the flannel down my arms before ripping off my undershirt. It’s rushed and desperate, and I’m not complaining. I need it.

“Please,” he moans, stepping away from me and removing his own jeans. “Take yours off.” I don’t hesitate ripping open my belt and buttons, getting my jeans down my thighs and kicked off faster than I thought possible. He looks me over, taking in my naked chest and boxer-clad lower half. “You’re still so damn sexy. It’s not fair.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I look at him. “You’re one to talk. I could get off just looking at you.”

He smirks, eyes glazed with desire. “Don’t do that, I’d be so disappointed.”

Then he sheds his clothes, giving me the first look at his body in too long, anddamn. His boyish frame has been replaced with that of a man’s. He might not be muscular like me, but the toned planes of his body, the little happy trail disappearing to his cock, and those pretty pink nipples make my mouth water.

“Fuck. I want you.”

He licks his lips, beckoning me to him with a finger. “Then come get me.”

And I don’t have to be told twice.

I advance on him, kissing him deeply and walking him back until he meets the wall. He grunts, but it doesn’t deter him, if anything it only fuels him on. I don’t hesitate, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his cock in a tight fist.

He tears his lips away from mine, gasping for breath. “I want you so badly. I want to feel you inside of me.” Fuck, no words have ever sounded better. “I can’t wait.”

I lied, those words are definitely better and turn my whole world inside out. If I thought he was going to kill me before, it’s confirmed now. He’s going to be the end of me.

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