Page 143 of For the Fans
He grins, shrugging. “He wanted to send us something for Christmas. I thought it was sweet.”
“Sweet… or creepy?” I mutter, squeezing the rubber between my fingers.
He rolls so that his whole body is facing me. “You’ve seen the DMs from these people, Ky. They’re smitten with us.” I blink at him. “And by the way, it’s not the only gift we received. It’s just the only one I could… bring with me.”
My chin can’t seem to stop swiveling, flabbergasted by what he’s telling me, while he just continues to laugh softly.
“I guess we’ve really made it, huh?” I mutter sarcastically, though I can’t help feeling flattered by it…
People sending us gifts because they like what we do so much, they want to feel like they’re a part of it. Sure, it’s primarily sexual, but still. If I’ve learned anything in the last couple of months, it’s that whether you want to admit it or not, sex is a huge part of human life. It’sconnectionin a lot of ways.
Even… uninhibited chemistry that pops up when you least expect it.
The periwinkle of Avi’s eyes falls to my lips, and I’m suddenly so much warmer.
“I want to kiss you, Kyran,” he says quietly, his fingers squeezing mine.
Instinctively, my eyes fling to my bedroom door, which is open. “You shouldn’t…”
“Ireallywant to…” he murmurs.
“But it’s not…” My voice gets lodged in my throat, and I clear it, lowering to a whisper. “It’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” He inches closer to me.
“Because…”
I can’t even think. My mind has gone completely blank and all I can feel is warm, thrumming need, seeping from my pores like a pheromone.
Avi touches my chest, dragging his fingers dangerously close to where my heart is flying like crazy. “Why this time, Ky? Give me a good reason, not one of your bullshit excuses.”
Gulping down the saliva filling my mouth, my eyes leave his for one more second to peek at the door. “Because our parents are right downstairs.”
He hums a deep, rumbly sound, and now it’s all I can hear as his hand reaches up to my jaw. “Then I guess we’ll just have to bereallyquiet.”
He tugs me to his mouth, and to my own surprise, I give right in, curving my body to his while his lips seal over mine. It’s hypnotic, the way he kisses me; dizzying, like I’m standing at the very edge of somewhere high off the ground.
His kiss is altitude, lifting me up past my normal center of gravity.
Our shared breaths are the wind, rushing in pants and whimpers… And his hands clutching and hauling me closer are what keep me from floating away.
He’s kissing me, and I’mflying.
But I’m so afraid of falling, I can’t stop the trembles.
“Avi…” I mumble in between the fevered sucks and licks and bites, my hands on his chest while he eases himself on top of me.
“Mmm…” He grinds his hips into mine, my legs spreading for him like a reflex.
“We should… close the… door.” My words leave broken and hoarse from the arousal he’s dragging out of me; the overwhelming, but surprisingly erotic dominance in his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his hands… all working together to mollify me, and turn me into a subdued little kitten.
“Don’t make me stop,” he growls with my jaw in one hand while the other slides up inside my shirt. “I don’t want to leave your perfect lips for one second…”
“I know,” I whisper into his mouth, humming when his fingers tease my nipple. “But please… Just close it. For me?”
Avi pries his lips from mine, breathing heavily like he’s trying to find his way back to earth as he nods. Rolling off me, and off the bed, he stumbles over to close the door gently, locking it with a click. He spins to face me, biting his lip, pinning me with a look that throbs my balls and rushes blood to my dick so fast, I feel woozy.
Sauntering over, he lifts his shirt over his head, tossing it as he drops onto the bed on his knees, crawling back over me like it’s where he’s meant to be. It feels like we’re magnetized to one another and I’m as nervous as I am turned on by it.
