“What is it?” I said, shaking out of his grip to turn to face him. “What's wrong?”
The flirty Dom of two minutes ago faded, and I was met with a seriousness that swept me away. “Do you really feel that way?” he asked roughly. “That I didn't give you a choice?”
“You're not good at taking no for an answer,” I said. “But I wouldn't have let you stay in my life for so long if I didn't want you to.”
“Even in the past months?”
“Definitely.” I blew a breath out of the side of my mouth. “You can be such an asshole, but I needed you to rattle me up. If you hadn't pushed me, I would have stayed stuck in the same routine of struggling for everything I thought I wanted.” I ran my hands over his forearms, gripping him tightly. My eyes shuttered closed as the agony that burned steady in my heart grabbed me again. “I’ll never forgive you for what you've done. Even if it feels good between us now, there's nothing you can do to fix that. I still can't believe I'm standing here with you.” And about to have sex with the man who tricked me into such a messed-up situation.
Dom brushed a hair away from my cheek before laying his hand flat against my collarbones. “I know it can’t make up for anything I did, but do you believe me when I tell you I love you?”
I wasn’t even sure I could confess that to him. The ache of his betrayal beat as consistently as my heart. But the only thing that stopped the pain was his touch. And I needed him to take away all the hurt he had caused.
“I can't say it back,” I murmured, annoyed that I felt guilty about it.
Because it didn’t matter how comfortable it was, how right it was that I was finally in his arms. I didn’t know if the wound of what he had done would ever heal.
“You don’t need to,” he said. A hand left my torso to trace down to my hips. “I can taste it in the way you kiss me,” he said as he stroked me, and I turned my head to meet his gaze. “I can hear it in the way you gasp for me.” He leaned in close, pressing his lips to mine. “And I can feel it in the way you shudder for me.” He lightly bit my shoulder, and I sighed.
But it was quickly stolen away in a harsh breath as his fingers danced away from my hip, all my thoughts vanishing as he pressed his hand against my cock and I shuddered.
He groaned as he rubbed me with soft strokes outside my trousers, and I was hard instantly.
Dom relaxed his hold and I turned, and he instantly pulled me into a kiss.
Every extra thing I did made it more real. Kissing him, stroking him, the way our bodies moved together.
I was so aware of the bed behind me, and where we were going. I wanted to stall him, but I needed him too much to keep acting shy.
I was still scared to look down. Until Dom unbuttoned my trousers so smoothly that I was sure he must have done it a thousand times. But I didn’t care. It meant that he could slip his fingers under the waistband of my briefs, his warm hand enveloping my cock, and ripping a moan from both of us.
“Goddammit, Harry,” he said as he pinned me by the waist with his other hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this again.”
There was no stopping him now that he had me, and I was so grateful. Because I could let myself go as he crashed his lips on mine. Pleasure and heat spun as he pressed closer, melding himself to me, moaning deeply as he took me with everything he had.
I jumped as he gripped the base of my cock and stars sparked behind my eyes. I instinctively thrust into his hand, our movements growing so frantic that his hand became trapped between us.
Dom laughed against my lips as he drew his hand back. “I want these off, okay?” he hummed as he snapped the band of my briefs.
He chuckled at my gasp, gently removing my hands from his shoulders. “Get yourself ready for me, handsome. You know what to do.”
“Spread on all fours?” I asked, cocking a brow.
“Jesus fuck, you’re killing me already,” he groaned, grabbing my shirt, pulling me into another rough kiss that stole my breath.
It was over as quickly as it started. “I need to get some things. Don't get too lonely.” He gave me a soft smile before he moved.
Harry
Iquickly shed my clothes. I thought I’d still be overwhelmed by how fast we were going, but my cock ached for release. I wanted to feel Dom’s hot skin against mine and enjoy how he played with me. It had been the longest weeks of my life, and I’d barely touched myself at all since he left because I knew I would think of him.
As soon as I was naked, my self-consciousness burst back into life. There was nothing between us anymore. He could look at me as much as he wanted, and I didn’t want to see his expression when he did. Because his reaction from all those years ago still haunted me, where he joked about why I thought he would be interested in me.
But if he really meant it when he said he loved me, he wouldn’t treat me like that again.
My gaze shot up as he returned from the bathroom. I stood naked at the foot of his bed, my hands covering my stomach rather than my cock, like a normal person might.
He drew in a sharp breath, and I forced myself not to close my eyes in disappointment. At least when he talked to me via the phone, he didn’t have to look at me.