Page 141 of Over the Line
His eyes got even wider. “Jesus, Liam. If you have something that’ll help, why haven’t you already taken it?” But then he straightened. “You didn’t want it to interfere with…” He gestured at us.
Heat rose in my face as I avoided his gaze.
“Liam.” His voice was soft and not at all patronizing. More like he was horrified. “Yes, I want to have sex. A lot of it. As acrobatically as possible. But only if we’re both into it. Which means, you know, being able to enjoy it?”
“But you’ve been waiting for—”
“I waited forty-seven years to ever lay a hand on you.” He squeezed my arm. “I can wait a few more days to do it again.”
I stared at him.
Garrett laughed softly and shook his head. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I care about you. Now—where are your meds?”
I blinked. “Uh…”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to take them and then get into a hot tub,” he went on, “so let’s have you take one, and then we’ll chill in your bed or on the couch. Wherever’s comfortable.”
Could I even argue with him? Because quite frankly, curling up in bed with him and some drugs sounded amazing.
“Okay.” I nodded slowly. “Let’s go.”
I probably resembled an old man as I climbed the stairs. If I did, Garrett didn’t say a word.
In the bedroom I’d intended to thoroughly ransack with him, he helped me get out of my suit. “I, uh…” I winced as I tried to roll my shoulders. “I always feel kind of gross after I fly. Maybe before I take anything, I should grab a shower.”
“Okay. Do you want company?”
I met his gaze.
His smiled. “I know we’re not going to be doing anything. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to be close to you.”
That sounded better than anything had all damn day, so I agreed.
The reality turned out to be even better.
Letting hot, high-pressure water beat on a sore muscle always felt amazing. Doing that while my boyfriend had his arms around me and let me lean into his naked body? Fucking hell.
He got hard, but we both ignored it. I wished I could do something for him, but it just wasn’t going to happen, and he didn’t push the issue. He just held me against him, stroking my hair while the water pounded on my upper back.
“God, this feels so good,” I murmured.
“Yeah?” He kissed my temple. “Is it helping?”
“A lot, yeah.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry about all this.”
“About what? Being in pain?”
“Being… like this. Not being able to do everything I said I would tonight.”
“Liam,” he whispered, and drew back enough to meet my eyes. His gray hair was wet, droplets of water rolling down the lines in his face as he studied me. Then he exhaled. “Look, yes, I’m all for everything we do in bed. I love it. But that’s really not the only reason I’m here.”
I held his gaze, unsure what to say.
Garrett cupped my face. “I don’t know if it goes both ways, and if it doesn’t—fine. But at least from my end…” His brow pinched, and the rush of water almost swallowed his whisper of, “I mean it—I’m not just in this for the sex.”
My heart went wild. “You’re—really?”
“Yes.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s like you said in the beginning—I like just talking. Being together. Watching hockey.” He shrugged. “That isn’t just me biding my time until we’re ready to go another round.” He paused, studying me uncertainly, before he admitted, “To tell you the truth, the sex is… It’s kind of a bonus.”
