Page 37 of Back to You
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard.Vincent pressed their foreheads together, unwilling to put more space between them.He wasn’t ready.He didn’t think he ever would be.
Ronan’s eyes were dark with desire, and his pupils were blown wide.Vincent could feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against his hip.
He’d missed this.Things had never been like this with anyone else, and they never would be.Luckily, he didn’t have to look for love anymore.He had it right here in his arms.
“Let’s go home,” Ronan murmured.“I need you.”
Vincent nodded.His heart was racing, but there was nothing he wanted more.“Okay,” he whispered.“Let’s go.”
The walk back to Ronan’s place was a blur of tangled hands and stolen kisses.They stumbled over roots and fallen leaves, and Vincent felt the way he had ten years ago.He wasn’t twenty-something anymore, but he didn’t need to be.Ronan would love him like this, too.
Every touch sparked a fire that burned hotter than the one before it.When they finally reached the house and stumbled inside, Ronan didn’t bother with the lights.He just pushed Vincent against the wall, his hands roaming over his body as if he couldn’t get enough.
Vincent knewhecouldn’t.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ronan said in a low tone that sent shivers down Vincent’s spine.His lips trailed down Vincent’s neck.“I’ve missed this.Missedyou.”
Vincent tipped his head back, moaning softly as Ronan’s teeth scraped against his skin.He fumbled with the buttons of Ronan’s shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin, to remind himself that this was real, thattheywere real and back together.
“Ronan,” Vincent breathed out.“I—”
Ronan didn’t let him finish.He caught Vincent’s lips in another kiss as his hands slid under Vincent’s shirt.When he finally pulled away, his gaze was intense.“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low.“Say you’re mine.Say you’re never leaving me.”
Vincent’s breath hitched.Ronan seemed as afraid to lose him as much as he was afraid to lose Ronan.The past still fucked with their heads, but it would pass.It had to.
In the meantime, Vincent would do everything he could to reassure Ronan.“I’m yours,” he promised, his voice steady despite how overwhelmed he felt.“I’ve always been yours.”Even when he’d thought that Ronan had left him, he’d been his.That would never change.
Ronan’s growl of approval made Vincent whimper.Ronan didn’t say anything else—he didn’t have to.Instead, he took Vincent’s hand and led him through the house to the bedroom.
Vincent hadn’t been here before.The house looked too neat next to his memories of the apartment he’d shared with Ronan, but a lot of the mess had been his.Ronan also hadn’t been living here long, but Vincent could imagine both of them here.
He never wanted to leave.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow over the room.Vincent started to look around, but Ronan pushed him onto the bed, and the interest he’d had in the room flew right out the window.
Ronan hovered over Vincent, and his gaze locked onto him with an intensity that made Vincent’s breath catch.
“Forever, Vincent,” Ronan said, his voice rough.“You’re mine forever.”
Vincent’s pulse raced, and his body thrummed with anticipation.He reached up, his fingers brushing against Ronan’s cheek, and nodded.“I’m yours,” he whispered.
Ronan’s lips curved into a smile.“Good,” he murmured.
Ronan’s hand slid down Vincent’s chest, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of Vincent’s jeans.Vincent’s breath hitched, his body arching slightly into the touch.He craved more.He’d been dreaming of this for the past four years, and he finally had it.
Ronan’s lips followed the path of his hand, pressing soft, teasing kisses along Vincent’s collarbone.His tongue darted out to lick Vincent’s skin.
“You still taste the same,” Ronan murmured.“Like honey.”
Vincent tangled his fingers in Ronan’s hair, pulling lightly, urging him closer. He was pretty sure he didn’t actually taste like honey, but who was he to argue?“I’m not the one who’s changed,” he said.“You’re still you, but you’re also different.There’s...more of you.”
Ronan chuckled, making his chest vibrate against Vincent’s.“I’ve missed you,” he said, his lips brushing against Vincent’s sternum.“Every damn day.”
His tongue traced a slow, deliberate path down Vincent’s torso, sending sparks of pleasure through Vincent’s body with every flick and swirl.Vincent was panting, but Ronan didn’t stop.He worked at the button of Vincent’s jeans, popping it open slowly, as if he had all the time in the world.
“You’re taking your time,” Vincent said, his voice strained.He lifted his hips slightly as Ronan dragged his pants down his legs.
“We have time,” Ronan replied, his eyes locking onto Vincent’s as he knelt between his legs.“I thought I’d never have this again.I’m savoring every moment.”
