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“Oh, we’re definitely keeping that.”
“And all the clippings and photos,” he mused, looking to the door, toward the room where I’d found them on the floor. “We should?—”
“Yeah, we’re keeping those too. All of them,” I said. “And now we get to add to it. More photos, but the couple edition, and X-rated.” He laughed and I stared at him. “Uh, I wasn’t joking.”
“Oh, I know you weren’t,” he said. “Believe me, I know.”
EIGHTEEN
I knew goingto bed our first night back was going to be different.
We were back to reality. Not on vacation, sharing a bed or a couch in a tiny beach house. We were back in LA in the house we shared.
Only now we shared a room, a bed, for real.
And he wanted me to fuck him.
That felt like the next step, and without either of us saying as much, I was certain that’s what we were up to, what was next for us.
We’d spent the afternoon moving some of my stuff—the stuff I wanted to keep—into his room. We’d had an early dinner, both of us tired, and it was all a lead-up to going to bed.
I was nervous, and Luke was too, I could tell. The quick glances, the shy smiles, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.
Earlier, when he’d dragged me to his room and we landed on his bed, there was passion and desire. Now we were brushing our teeth before bed, waiting for something tohappen, someone to say something, for the other to initiate foreplay.
And also without saying, I knew it had to be me.
I threw my toothbrush into the holder on the bathroom vanity and wiped my face just as he was finishing up at the sink. I slid my hands to his hips and pressed my forehead to the back of his head. “I like how my toothbrush looks next to yours,” I murmured, kissing his nape. “I like my clothes in your wardrobe.”
He melted back on me and hummed, his eyes watching me in the mirror. “I like it too,” he breathed.
“I want to take you to bed,” I murmured, kissing down his neck, watching him as he watched me.
He nodded, and when I pressed my front to his back, to his ass, my hands still on his hips, his eyelids fluttered and his breath caught.
“I want that too,” he whispered.
“I’m gonna take it slow.” I scraped my teeth against his skin. “I’ve never done this before, so”—I pulled his ass against my cock—“I’m gonna go by feel.”
He moaned.
“I’m gonna need you to tell me what to do,” I said, meeting his eyes in the reflection.
“I’ve never done this either,” he murmured.
“But you’ll tell me what you like, if it’s good,” I said, running my hands up his sides, over his abs, and down to his tented sweatpants. I palmed him and he reached up to put his hands in my hair. I kissed his neck and the back of his ear. “And you’ll tell me to stop if you need to stop.”
He raised his ass and pushed it against me. “I won’t want to stop,” he said, voice cracking with restraint. “Fuck, Blake. Baby, please.”
I grinned as I palmed his erection. “You just called me baby.”
He spun in my arms, and with his eyes ablaze, he pulledour hips together. “No joking, Blake, I swear to god. I’ve showered. I cleaned myself out for you. I need you to do this. I’ve needed it for ten years.”
His fire lit something in me.
I took hold of his face and kissed him, hard and demanding. My tongue in his mouth, unforgiving. I pushed him against the bathroom vanity, pinning him with my body.
He grunted in kind, his hands clawing at my back, my ass. He lifted one leg and we fit together so perfectly.
