Panting, I clung to him, face pressed into his neck, breathing him in with every heave of my lungs.
I was still shaking. Or maybe it was him. It didn’t matter. This was what I’d been waiting for. A soul-shattering connection that lifted the attraction we’d always shared to heights we’d never come down from.
Tell him.
But I didn’t need to.
He already knew.
Rami pulled himself together with deep, shuddering breaths. I slipped out of him and disposed of the condom, and I turned back to his open arms.
He hugged me tight. “You motherfucker,” he rasped.
“What?”
“You fucking knew the longer we waited the hotter the fire, didn’t you?”
“Guilty. It was more than that, though. I meant everything I said about needing a connection with someone to sleep with them.”
“I know that. I just had no clue the result would be as mind-blowing as this. Thank you, you’ve fucking schooled me here.”
He was thanking me for caring about him so much I felt his body clamped around mine in every facet of my soul? Okay. It was better than a kick in the nuts. I kissed him long and slow, letting the lingering heat between us creep up again, warming me from the inside out. There was so much I wanted to say, but words didn’t come. Only want. Because as rough as we’d gone at each other, the fire that had blown his mind was far from out.
I pulled back and glanced between us. Despite the back-arching climax he’d just had, Rami was still hard.
He smirked. “Guess I’m not done yet.
I smirked right back. “Good. Because I’m not done with you either.”
15
Rami
It was like a dam had broken. After weeks and weeks of dancing around the fact that we wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, now we were doing it, we couldn’t stop.
Like, at all.
We fucked all night, christening the log cabin in ways sweet Paddy had probably never imagined when he’d built it with his bare hands, and I had zero regrets.
In bed, I climbed on top of Fen, straddling him as I slid down his dick again. I was sore and tired, but nothing registered except the blinding pleasure of having him inside me. Of watching him come apart as I rode him.
After, we lay together panting, and covered in sweat and lube and come. Something rose in me, from a happy place I didn’t recognise as mine. A surging warmth that I couldn’t deny any longer.Fuck, I’m in love with this man. I turned to tell him, to let every ounce of feeling I had for him spill out of me.
But Fen was asleep, sprawled on his stomach with his arm flung over my belly and there was nothing and no one that could’ve made me disturb him.
A sense of peace settled over me. I stroked his face, letting my fingers trail over his cheekbone and into his short beard. I’d tell him in the morning. After all, if I followed my gut and didn’t chicken out, we had all the time in the world.
I passed out, falling into the kind of sleep that was like a trip to another dimension. It sucked me in, my dreams of Fen’s strong arms around me so vivid it was hard to believe I would wake to that exact reality.
But I did believe it, and more fool me.
Because I woke alone.
Frowning, I sat up, already questioning my sanity. Was it possible to dream the best sex I’d ever had as many times as we’d done it? The answer wasn’t clear until my sleep-heavy gaze fell on a note crumpled beside me.
Rami,
I didn’t want to leave.