Page 105 of I'm Your Guy
“Christ,” he mutters. And now I feel him following me up the stairs, his footfalls slow and heavy.
My pulse kicks into a higher gear, and I loosen the drawstring on my flannel pants as I reach the second floor.
“Go on,” he says in a low voice. “Take it all off. Then pull down the comforter and get on the bed.”
The timbre of his voice brings goosebumps to my skin. I do exactly as I’ve been told, except that when he disappears into the bathroom to brush his teeth, I light a blocky candle on the dresser. It’s something I’d picked up in a Denver boutique, and now it will serve its true purpose. Everyone knows that a candle in the bedroom is a sex candle.
I guess maybe there’s some guy somewhere who lights a bedroom candle for some other purpose. Meditation maybe.
But fuck that guy. This candle is for sex.
Tommaso isn’t done yet, so I lie naked in the center of the sheet, cock one leg to the side, and begin to stroke myself.
“Hot damn,” he rumbles, reentering the room. “I guess you understood the assignment. A-plus.”
“Thank you, Coach.”
He chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt. “I wondered what that candle was for. Now I know.”
His hungry eyes are fixed on my cock, so I slow down my strokes and luxuriate in the attention. “Flattering lighting is everything,” I mumble. “Are you getting onto this bed, or what?”
“In a second. I have to hang up my suit.”
I roll onto my side to watch him. “Okay—I have a question. How do you have such beautifully designed clothes, but home furnishings are invisible to you?”
He snorts. “That’s an easy one. My sister picks out the suits.” He shrugs his big shoulders and then takes care of his clothes. He’s like an advertisement for the perfect male physique. The rippling back muscles. The trim waist. “I don’t have to even walk into the store. Gia ships them to me, and then I take them to the tailor.”
I chuckle, because I should have expected that.
But when he turns around, I stop laughing. There’s an unusual intensity to Tommaso. I’ve always thought so. But now it’s focused entirely on me. He stalks toward the bed with the grace of someone who moves his body for a living.
“Lie back,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about this all evening.”
“Yessir.” I roll onto my back. “What are you going to…oh.”
He’s already climbing on top of me, bracing his bulk onto his forearms. He dips down to kiss my jaw, just once. “I missed you today.”
Oh oh oh. Hearing it feels as good as his hunky body on mine.
“Been thinking about you a lot.”
“S-same,” I stammer, reaching up to run my fingers through his thick hair. His gaze is so intense. Like a tiger’s. But his touch is sweet. “So… what’s on your to-do list tonight?”
“How much time you got? It’s a pretty long list.”
I groan.
He kisses me again. And again. And my heart nearly breaks from trying to contain so much joy.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Carter
When I open my eyes, I’m naked and pressed against Tommaso’s body. This morning it’s not a shock, because I haven’t slept in the guestroom for days.
Kisses up against the refrigerator are a nightly occurrence now.
Tommaso wasn’t kidding when he said he was an experienced cuddler. Usually, he tucks me against his side, like a favorite stuffed animal. But sometimes—like now—I wake up pancaked against his back, with one arm tucked over his muscular body and his hand pressing my palm to his chest.
