Page 48 of Dust and Desire
I didn’t need to be asked twice. Scooping him up in my arms, I carried him through the rain toward the porch, both of us laughing as water streamed from our clothes. He buried his face in my neck, pressing soft kisses there that made my steps falter.
“I love you,” he murmured against my throat, and I felt the words vibrate through my entire body.
“I love you too,” I replied, setting him down gently once we reached the shelter of the porch. “So fucking much.”
We stood there dripping, staring at each other with wonder and desire. The music was still playing softly inside, mixing with the sound of rain on the roof. Lightning illuminated his face in brief, brilliant flashes, and I saw nothing but love and trust in those blue eyes.
“You’re shivering,” I noticed, running my hands up and down his arms.
“I don’t care,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
“You are,” I said, cupping his face in my hands. “We both are.”
He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. “I was so afraid of feeling this way about someone. Afraid I’d mess it up, or that it wasn’t real or?—”
“Hey,” I interrupted gently. “Look at me.” His eyes opened, meeting mine. “This is real. What we have is real. And you’re not going to mess it up.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know you,” I said simply. “I know your heart, Dustin. And it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
A tear slipped down his cheek, mixing with the rainwater there. “I love you so much it scares me.”
“Good,” I said, pressing my forehead to his. “Love should be a little scary. It means it matters.”
He nodded, swallowing hard. “It matters. You matter. More than anything.”
The intensity in his voice made my heart race. I pulled him closer, feeling the heat of his body even through our soaked clothes. “Let’s get you inside before you catch cold.”
“Only if you promise to warm me up,” he said, that shy smile I loved so much playing at his lips.
“I promise,” I said, opening the door and guiding him inside. “I’ll spend all night warming you up if you want.”
“Promise?” he breathed, and the way he said it made my blood sing.
“I promise,” I replied, pulling him toward the house.
And fuck did I mean it.
Chapter 18
Dustin
Alex and I were locked together at the lips as we crashed back into the tiny house. Water streamed down our clothes, puddling on the floor. I pulled myself away, kneeling down in front of him.
“Boots,” I said simply, holding out my hands.
Alex smiled, lifting his foot. I pushed his pant leg up, exposing the brown leather. With delicate and reverent movements, I slowly removed his cowboy boots, then his socks, tossing them aside. My hands reached up his thighs, gripping the denim as I pulled his button open and unzipped his fly. The rain-soaked denim clung to his skin, resisting my efforts. I tugged harder, dragging the jeans down his muscular thighs until they pooled at his ankles. Alex stepped out of them, his hand coming to rest in my wet hair.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmured, tracing my jawline with his thumb.
I looked up at him through my lashes, water still dripping from my hair onto my face. His black boxer briefs did little to hide his growing arousal, the outline pressing insistently against the wetfabric. I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against the bulge, feeling it twitch beneath my lips as I exhaled hot breath through the damp cotton.
“Jesus, Dustin,” he groaned, fingers tightening in my hair.
My hands slid up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slowly peeled them down, revealing him inch by inch. His cock sprang free, already hard and eager, the silver frenum piercing catching the dim light.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I confessed, my voice rough with desire as I wrapped my hand around his length. “About you coming home to me.”
