He nods slowly, taking a clear second to recollect himself. He can take all the time in the world. All that matters is that he feels comfortable. After a moment, he slips his index fingers through the loops of my pants, and pulls me closer.

I don’t make any sudden movements. Instead, I wait to see what he does next. Taking in a breath, he leans in—his lips brushing the side of my neck. I inhale sharply as I feel his soft, warm, plush lips connect with my sensitive skin underneath my ear.

Then, all of a sudden, — he bites.

I gasp and shove him back against the door, just enough to look him in the eye.

He doesn’t say anything at all. Only, his mouth quirks into a small smirk.

That’s when I clue in. Biting me. He wants to…turn me on in the way I told him back at the gastropub. Fuck, I’m flattered.

“Oh, you’re so fucking in trouble,” I groan, pushing my waist into his and burying my face in his neck.

“Shit!” he moans as I go off in the way that I’ve been wanting to since…a long fucking time, apparently. My mouth is busy sucking, kissing, and licking his delicious, sweet sun-kissed skin. He tastes like summer.

My hands roam over his body, exploring every inch of his smooth skin.

I slide his ripped shirt farther off his shoulders and trail kisses down his chest. I need more of him in my mouth.

There’s no doubt. No hesitancy. No question about this. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want this.

His fingers go straight to getting lost in my hair. It feels divine as he pants and squirms under me. When I reach his nipple and flick my tongue, he tugs sharply and lets out a soft whimper.

There it is. I found his sweet spot. How funny that it’s the same as mine.

I circle one nipple with my tongue while teasing the other with my fingers. He writhes between my legs, melting into my touch.

A moan escapes me as he grinds his thigh against my crotch.

He does it again. And again.

And fuck—again.

We’re breathing hard now, and I feel two seconds away from going past a line I never thought we’d cross. I had hoped…

I go back to sucking on his neck, burying my hands in his hair too.

“Caleb, I—”

“I know. Me too,” I pant.

“Oh, fuck!” he moans.

He’s using my leg as much as I’m using his and it feels too fucking good the way we’re pressing against each other.

His hands roam to my waist, pulling me back and forth at a steady pace, his breath hot against my ear, and the pressure in my groin is becoming unbearable. I can’t hold on.

“I’m gonna—”

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” I groan.

I’m gone. I tip over the edge and crash hard. We stiffen together, holding each other, riding out the waves as we come down.