I sniffed softly. “Sorry, I just...I don’t know why I can’t believe I’m enough for you.”
“What?” He stared at me with wide eyes. “Why would you ever think that, baby? You’re perfect. More than perfect. You’re too good for me.”
I dropped my head against his shoulder. “Do I look pretty?” I had always compared myself to my fellow dancers, thinking they had better bodies than I did, better everything, and usually I could push those thoughts away. Not today, though.
“You look absolutely fucking gorgeous.”
“You’re not just saying that, right?”
Cole cupped my head between his big hands. I loved that even though we were the almost same height, he was so much larger than I was. “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen. With or without these panties on. Which you don’t have to wear if they make you uncomfortable.”
“I like them,” I whispered. I kissed his mouth once, twice, and then a third time. “I like seeing you look like you want to eat me alive while I’m wearing them.”
Cole grunted. “Because I do.” Then his hands were in my hair as he shoved me back against the wall. “It’s taking all I have to not carry you to the bed and have my way with you.”
“Then why don’t you?” I dragged my thumb over his bottom lip and moaned when he sucked it into his mouth. “Fuck yes, that’s what I want.”
Cole lifted me easily, like I weighed next to nothing, and carefully carried me to his bed. He placed me down gently, then crawled over me to blanket my body with his bigger one. “I love you.” His lips landed against my neck.
“I love you, too.” I whimpered as his hands roamed over my body.
He shimmied down so that he could nuzzle his nose against my aching cock. He dragged his tongue against the fabric and sighed. “You’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me?”
“Yes.” I tangled my fingers into his dark curls.
Cole mouthed my length. “So fucking pretty. I am the luckiest man in the world.”
I threw my head back when he tugged down the panties and licked at the tip of my dick. My hips had a mind of their own, and Cole gently pressed me back against the bed to keep me in place.
“Easy, Reed. Let me take care of you,” he whispered. He sucked me into his mouth, and I swear I saw stars.
I rose onto my elbows to watch Cole. He licked and lapped at my cock gently. When he caught me watching, a smirk pulled at his lips, but he never stopped. He rolled my balls with one hand and slowly jerked me with the other. Heat streaked up my spine and over my skin as my release come barreling to the edge. When I came, my entire body tensed, my toes curled, and I moaned Cole’s name long and hard. When I was finished, it felt like my body was a liquid pile of goo.
“Mm, so fucking sexy.” Cole kissed his way up to my lips.
My lids fluttered. “You next.”
“Too late.” He chuckled softly.
My eyes flew open. “What?”
“I came in my pants. You looked so good, and I couldn’t help myself.” Cole’s ears turned red. “But give me thirty minutes, and you can do whatever you want to me.”
That shouldn’t be as hot as it was. “Because of me?”
“Mm, yeah, baby, because of you.” Cole tucked his head into the crook of my neck.
This time when my eyes burned with tears, it was because I was happy. I never wanted this moment to end. Cole was everything I had dreamed about. I wasn’t sure how I’d gotten so lucky, but I wasn’t going to let him go.
Chapter Nineteen
Cole
We ordered pizza for dinner and ended up sitting in the living room again, the television on as white noise in the background as we laughed and talked together. I was in so much trouble. I was desperately, achingly in love with Reed Kelly. I felt deep in my bones how much I wanted to be with him. How happy I wanted to make him. He was everything I never knew I needed in my life. And I wanted to show him how special he was. Even if it was just by telling him how beautiful he was when he felt like he wasn’t. That he was enough.
“You look good,” I announced when I reached for another piece of pizza. He was wearing nothing but one of my Boston University shirts. The black panties tucked up in my dresser because he thought I should have them. For a keepsake. Apparently, Ezra promised him as many as he wanted in every color. I thought maybe red would look good.
Reed beamed at me. “Thank you, Casanova. You look good, too.”