Page 445 of Seasons of Love
There was no point in thinking about what could happen in the distant future.
“No, just a passing thing. Nothing major. How’s your roll?”
“Absolute perfection, and just what I needed after the morning I’ve had.”
“Is it very busy?”
“Busy is an understatement, but I don’t want to talk about work. I want to listen to my boyfriend while I check him out and imagine he’s saying every word naked.”
I laughed and leaned a little toward him. “I won’t argue against that. Is this place safe?”
He looked behind us even though I hadn’t seen anyone.
“Sadly, no. Anyone can walk past anytime.”
I couldn’t touch him physically, but there was another way.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
“What?”
“Just do it. Lean back on your hands and close your eyes. I’m not going to touch you, so anyone walking by will just think we’re talking.”
“Okay.”
I liked that even his short agreement was laced with so much need.
“Tonight, when you’re in your bedroom, I want you to think of this moment. Think of the warmth of the sun on your face and imagine that it’s my hand caressing you. The pads of my fingers tracing your lips. You lick them, hoping to feel me, but I’ve moved on. My fingers are now running a line down your chest. My nails scratching your beautifully smooth skin.”
Jake had closed his eyes, and his mouth was slightly parted. His breathing came in short bursts, and the erection in his slacks was unmistakable.
“You like it when I run my nail over your nipples, don’t you?”
“Yes…” he rasped.
“I do it and then smooth the pain away with my thumb. My hand travels down, opening your shirt one button at a time until I reach your slacks. What do you want me to do, Jake?”
“Take me out, please take me out.”
I loved the desperation in his voice. He moved his hips to grind against an invisible hand.
“You want it so much, Jake. I want you so much. Listen to the sound of the ocean. Each wave breaking against the shore is like my hand stroking you. Slowly but firmly, and every so often, the water recedes only to break out again with more force. It builds with you. My hand moves faster, and you can feel it building inside you—”
“Griff…I’m so close. Fuck, I could come right now.”
“Look at me, baby.”
The intensity of his gaze took my breath away. If we weren’t in danger of being seen by anyone, I’d have impaled myself on his cock, prep be damned.
“Griff, fuck. What are you doing to me?”
I dared to caress his cheek just for a moment before I took it back.
“Take a breath. Remember this later. The wait will be worth it.”
He groaned. “God, we have to talk about something…anything else, or it’ll be an embarrassing walk back.”
I laughed. “Anything you like.”
