I pulledhim onto my lap, his body light and floating through the bubbling water until he sank onto me, arms wrapped around my neck, steam curling around us.
He kissed me from above, breathing in, his chest rising against mine, rising off my lap and sinking back on it again. When I opened my eyes, the amber lights glowed behind his head, hair curling lightly with humidity, the warm glow creating a halo around him, and snowflakes flurrying high above us. A cool breeze passed over us, sending the steam away before it rose up again from the tub.
I love you, I thought. Not for the first time did I have to bite my tongue to stop those words from tumbling over my lips. He smirked knowingly, although the knowledge he had just discovered had nothing to do with my reckless feelings. He could feel me in the water, feel the hard bulge under his ass as he sat down. “In the tub, you dirty freak?” he teased.
“Anywhere,” I said. “Everywhere.” My hands held his hips tighter, tugging him down and close to me. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
He smiled playfully and turned his head away, denying me the one thing I needed most for survival. So I rose, leaning him backward until he sank all the way to his shoulder, face afloat and eyes wide with surprise.
I kissed him like that, lips grazing softly over his, then harder. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, taking in the flavors of the crushed mint of his cocktail as he held on to me, laughing and kissing me back.
It was the most efficient way of holding back all the words that cluttered me that I had found so far. So long as I could kiss him, I could keep quiet. I wouldn’t do something stupid, like telling him he was the reason I got out of bed every morning, that he was the only light in my dark world, that he was my everything.
My hands moved along his hips to the small of his back, palms touching his ass while my fingers slipped under his waistband, tugging it lower.
“Oh, you’re serious about this,” he said against my lips, laughing softly.
“When am I not serious?” I asked.
He kissed me and bit my lip in reply.
We had a year and a half left in the hourglass. Come the June after, I would leave Northwood and embark on a difficult journey with the NHL. I did not doubt that. Soon enough, we would be faced with the same old choice and, if history were any teacher at all, we would quietly not choose anything.
I held back the accusation that swelled inside of me, focusing on the heat of our bodies and the idyllic scenery around us.Why didn’t you stay in touch?But we had always known that this thing was temporary.
“You came back to me,” I whispered, tugging the waistband of his shorts lower, revealing inches of his flesh.
Seth sank lower onto me, pressing himself against my lap and taking my breath away. He pulled me into his arms, lifting his head so I could kiss his chin. An evening stubble covered his chin and the space above his mustache, making him cuter than ever.
My lips trailed his throat, passing over his Adam’s apple to the space between his collarbones, and down between his pecs, until he leaned so far back that my lips could press against his solar plexus and remain there, feeling his heartbeat and making me singularly aware of how precious he was to me.
Seth let go of me, afloat, pushing himself a couple of feet back and helping me take his shorts off. I pulled them down his legs, over his knees, and slipped them off, tossing them over the edge of the tub and leaving him gloriously naked and beautiful.
“There,” he said, lifting one eyebrow. “Look what you did.”
“I’m looking,” I whispered. My gaze swept his body, taking in the muscles of his torso, the sweet, sexy rolls of his waist, his smooth legs, and his thick, hard cock. I took him by the hips and pulled him close to me, supporting his back with one hand and pressing the other against his stomach, dragging it down.
I love you, I thought.I love you. I love you.
I bit my lip and wrapped my hand around his cock, watching the ripple of pleasure pass over his face. The minuscule tension rising and falling in his eyebrows, the way he winced, the tightness in the corners of his lips before he parted them and formed a round O, exhaling.
My fist moved along his cock, tension rising, pressure growing, and his moan turning louder as the fingers of my other hand dug into the flesh on his back.
A quiet moan rose from the depths of his chest as I lifted him into my lap and held him close.
In one quick move, I turned us around. Seth was in my seat, and I floated gently before him, lowering myself onto my knees and leaning in.
He put his arms back along the edge of the tub and let himself rise from the seat, body afloat, inviting, willing, defenseless.
I moved in, holding his hips high up, his abdomen, thighs, and cock above the bubbling surface, and I leaned in, parting my lips. He was delicious inside my mouth, hard and sensitive to every move of my tongue; he throbbed as I took him in.
“Oh, fuck,” Seth whispered, voice strangled as he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed me down.
I took him easily down my throat. After all, practice makes perfect, and we practiced religiously.
My left hand moved to the small of Seth’s back, keeping him afloat, while my lips sealed hard around his shaft, taking him deeper into my throat, head bobbing up and down his length with growing ease.
We had only just arrived in this white heaven. He’d agreed to be with me for Christmas. He’d picked me over his family. He’d given me the time, the adoration. He’d given me his body and soul for a few wonderful days. My plans covered every minute of the time we had carved out for one another here. And tonight, making him shiver with pleasure in the tub was the explosive little tease of the things to come.