Page 47 of Catch of a Lifetime
I cocked a hip and reached behind me to grab my t-shirt, drawing it lingeringly up my torso and over my head.
The second my vision was cut off, something hot and wet closed around the tip of my dick.
I screamed and hunched over reflexively, tearing my t-shirt the rest of the way off and dropping it to the floor.
Dave was back in the open doorway, looking innocent.
I glared at him. “You’re a dirty cheater.”
“Mm?” He lifted a questioning brow.
It took a lot, but I managed to keep the laughter in.
I wrapped a hand around my shaft and had a quick stroke. Shit. My stomach quivered in reaction. I was closer than I’d thought.
When we’d first played this little game, it had been raining, and he’d been backlit by some atmospheric lightning. Back then, Jerry and I had still been tossing around ideas about what he actually was. Merman, siren, merrow, nix. Sea vampire had also been on the table—he had impressive fangs—and his refusalto cross the threshold without an invitation had given it some weight.
We still didn’t know what he technically was. It didn’t matter. He was mine. That was all I cared about.
I did know that he could come on in any time he pleased. He let himself in as often and as unpredictably as Jerry did, although where Jerry used a key if the door wasn’t open, Dave usually came in through a window.
I continued to touch myself lightly. He watched me do it. I watched his face, drinking in the hunger I saw there. The love.
I wasn’t going to last more than another few seconds. My idea of a fun time actually involved Dave’s enthusiastic participation and very physical presence.
He’d stopped watching my cock, I realised, and his eyes were back on my face.
My throat constricted as I looked at him properly, seeing not the lover who was about to make me scream, but the beloved partner I’d nearly lost.
The vicious bruising on his torso had healed completely, leaving his skin clear. The wounds that had torn up his sides, though…they were still visible. I wondered if they’d always be there. Would he scar? A human would. Then again, a human wouldn’t have survived what he’d survived in the first place, let alone been able to heal himself, let alone managed it in a few weeks. Long weeks, but just weeks.
If he’d been a human, I’d definitely have lost him.
Oh, god. I nearlylosthim.
I sniffed sharply, blinking away the rush of emotion that blurred my vision and stung in my nose.
Dave made a soft, sad little noise in the doorway. Fun and games forgotten, he let go of the doorframe and crossed the threshold. He kept coming, lifted my face to his, and settled his warm lips on mine. So light, so gentle.
He lifted up to kiss beside each of my eyes and smile down at me before touching his mouth to mine again.
I ran my hands up his sides to hold his wrists as he held me. He gave a barely audible sigh that had me parting my lips, and he eased his tongue inside.
My entire body heated at the erotic slide of it. At the sheer rightness of having him inside me. At the plain and simple joy of physical connection. Wordless communication.
It went on and on, that slow and quietly tender kiss. It stoked my need for more, the ache building steadily, burning brighter. Burning away all the anger, the fear, the doubt, until everything was back to how it should be. Me and Dave, together in the moment. And what a moment it was.
My hands drifted from his wrists, up his thick forearms, and on up to his shoulders. I dug my fingers into the heavy muscle and hauled him closer. He growled into my mouth, arching over me.
“Dave,” I managed to gasp out, pulling away to suck in much-needed air.
He followed my mouth to nip at my bottom lip before setting his teeth to my Adam’s apple and chewing.
“Guh,” I said, and fisted his hair to yank his head back.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, the pupils dilated and the dark indigo of them almost black. His face was flushed. The absolute naked desire he didn’t hesitate to show had me squirming with embarrassment.
He chuffed, picked me off my feet, slung me over his shoulder, and toted me over to the sofa.
