Page 106 of The Last Guy On Earth
“Likewise,” he says, grinding up against me. “But what if we were just…theoldus? One more time. Nobody would ever know.”
He’s right. Canada’s best luxury hotel chain has provided us with complete privacy.
“I used to wait for you to come home. Knew I’d get to touch you,” Clay says, running a hand down my back and onto my ass, making me shiver.
“Yeah?” Pushing against my wiser instincts, I kiss him slowly.
“Yeah,” he murmurs against my lips. “Every night. Couldn’t wait until you walked through the door.”
“Y-yeah,” I admit shakily. “Me too.” Talking about this is a brand-new experience, though. For all the sex we used to have, we never discussed it.
He runs his thumb across my upper lip. “You never let on that you cared. You were so fucking casual about it. Just leaning over in the middle of a TV show and putting your hand down my pants.”
“Thought I had to be that way. Talking about it would have been too…” I blow out a breath. “Too real.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly. Because he gets me. He always has.
“I didn’t ask questions because I was worried about the answers. I was worried one or both of us would find reasons to stop.”
He bites his lip, and it makes me want to bite it, too. “Mostly I didn’t mind. I liked the suspense of wondering what you were going to do with me. And when you’d decide it was time.”
I sink my hips a little lower onto his. “After dinner, we’d sit on that ratty old couch…”
He grins. “That piece of shit.”
“Sometimes I’d rub your shoulders.” I move my hands to his shoulders now and squeeze the muscles there. “If you got too tight, you’d get one of those headaches.”
“Mmm,” he says, closing his eyes as I begin to knead. “More.”
I slide off his body. “Sit.”
Blinking at me, he sits up. I maneuver behind him, opening my legs to straddle his hips before grabbing his shoulders again. “This was one of my approaches,” I whisper into his ear. “After I worked the kinks out, I might suck on your neck.” Demonstrating, I lower my mouth to his shoulder and drop a kiss. Then another one.
Clay goes very still. Then he tips his head to give me better access to the soft skin of his neck.
“Yeah, you loved it. Got super horny whenever I used my tongue.”
“Who wouldn’t, though?” he mumbles.
“This was only one of my tricks. Sometimes I’d reach over and start playing with you.” I slip a hand around him and then dip into his underwear to palm his hard cock.
He lets fly a string of curses. “Goddamn holy fuck.”
“Back then, you’d bite your lip,” I remind him. “You weren’t as vocal. Like you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
He leans his head back onto my shoulder. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t.” I stick my tongue into his ear.
He groans. Loudly.
Getting Clay riled up had been my favorite hobby. “I used to think up ways to make you crazy.”
He lets out a gasping chuckle. “It worked.”
“Yeah.” Although now I understand that daydreaming about sex was just one of the ways I avoided thinking deeper thoughts about the two of us. “I was a tease sometimes.” I lighten my touch just to prove the point.
He growls.
