“No,” he said grabbing my face. “Now shut up and kiss me, big guy.”
I smiled as his lips crushed mine. I wouldn’t deny him anything he wanted.
Being on top of him was a rare kind of heaven. Kissing him was even better. Unlike before, I didn’t let myself get carried away with lust. I tuned into his body, letting him guide the moves. I didn’t want to push him too far, so I learned to read him.
He opened his legs to where I was lying between them, and he rolled his hips up to meet mine.
I moaned into his mouth as my body came alive.
Sex with Chris had been good, but nothing mind-blowing. I felt more with Avery in that moment—with our clothes still on—than I ever had with him.
With Avery, it was more than purely physical.
It was feeling his heart beat against my chest and knowing there was no other guy whose heart I wanted in sync with mine. It was hearing the soft sighs leave his parted lips and unable to think of a sweeter sound—smelling the woodsy scent in his hair from his time at the train tracks and remembering my time spent with him there.
It was thinking of my life without him in it and appreciating every touch and every shared breath, because out of all the places in the world, he and I somehow were lucky enough to find each other in this one.
Avery gripped the hem of my shirt and brought it up and over my head. His gaze roamed my bare chest as his fingers traced the outline of my pecs and down my ribcage. The trail his touch left tingled, creating an ember of desire to settle in my core. When his eyes returned to mine, there was an intensity in them that told me exactly what he wanted.
I kissed him.
An indescribable feeling smacked me in the heart as his tongue interlocked with mine. Love, maybe. But that four letter word didn’t seem enough. I loved him, but this was more powerful than that.
His shirt and the rest of his clothes were shed, as were mine. No more separated us, and our connection strengthened. The ember grew to a flame.
And when we came together, I was consumed by fire.