Page 90 of The Weight Of It All
“Sore, but not as bad as I thought, to be honest.”
“Want me to run you a bath?”
“You’d do that for me?”
Reed gave me a shy smile. “Of course.”
“Then I would love that.”
He planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips, lingering just long enough for me to want more. For me to know there would be more. And I knew then that we’d take our relationship thatone step further today. I knew we’d end up in bed, and I knew I’d have him inside me.
My blood warmed at the thought, my cock stirred, and I hummed.
He smiled knowingly and bit his lip as he walked away. Yep. I knew exactly what we’d be doing.Allafternoon, with a bit of luck.
I was going to be sore tomorrow from running today, so at this point, it was a case of go hard or go home.
I heard the bath water start and smiled to myself. I could get used to being looked after like this. He was so attentive, so considerate, it made me want to be the same for him. “Want something to eat?” I called out.
He appeared in the hallway. “Sure. Um, can I grab a real quick shower while the bath is running? I’ll just get changed back into these clothes, but I’m a bit gross.”
“Of course! Towels are in the linen press behind you. I’ll fix us something to eat.” While he did that, I sliced some Turkish bread, then diced some tomatoes, Spanish onion, drizzled the mix with cold-pressed olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar. When I had it all done, a clean and fresh Reed stood behind me and kissed the back of my neck.
“How do you make everything so fancy?”
I turned in his arms. “I don’t really. It’s just bruschetta.”
I scooped up some of the topping onto a piece of toasted bread and lifted it to his lips. He bit into it, closed his eyes, and moaned. “My God,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “So good.”
I made one for myself and had to agree, it was pretty good. Fresh, sweet and tart, and delicious. Oil ran down my fingers, and I quickly licked at it, sucking my finger into my mouth. Reed grunted quietly, and when I looked up, saw his eyes were darker. He pressed me against the kitchen counter, then without any effort at all, he hoisted me up so I was sitting on thecountertop. He fit between my legs, and with his hands still on my arse, he pulled me to the edge. I was more his height this way, and pressed against him, I could feel his hard on against mine.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
I nodded and spoke against his lips. “Yes. Later.”
His gaze shot to mine, and his pupils blew out. “Are you sure, Henry?”
There was unwavering truth in my eyes. “Yes.”
He put his fingers under my chin and kissed me, deeper this time. I slid my arms around his neck and moved a little closer to the edge of the countertop, needing to feel as much of him as possible. He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I kind of regretted agreeing to a bath…
I pulled away from him. “Shit, the bath.”
He stepped back, his lips kiss-swollen and his erection tenting his running shorts. “I’ll check it.” His voice was gruff.
“No, I will.” I slid off the counter. “You stay here and finish the bruschetta. I won’t be in the bath long.”
I left him to it, needing a second to clear my head. It also gave me some time in the bathroom to get myself ready for him. The muscle soak was heavenly, the douching not so much, but the anticipation was off the charts.
It was like my body knew what was about to happen.
I wondered what I should wear when I walked out. Was being naked and pre-lubed too presumptuous? I mean, it would save time…
Reluctantly, I pulled on some sweatpants, although I left off underwear. I threw on a T-shirt as an afterthought, and when I walked out, Reed had cleaned up the kitchen and was sitting nervously on the sofa. He looked me up and down, and when he noticed I’d gone commando, his gaze shot to mine.
I raised an eyebrow at him, half-daring, half-pleading, and he chuckled. “You are trouble.” But he stood slowly andwalked over to me. He took my hand and put my palm to his cheek. “Are you sure, Henry?”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
