The Spiral Down (The Fall Up #2)(48)

When our hips met, our hard-ons gloriously rubbed together, shooting sparks to my balls. I groaned and dropped my hands to his ass.

His lips caught mine just seconds before his tongue swept my mouth, igniting me. Threading my fingers into the back of his hair, I tipped his head back and sealed my mouth over his. After that, we were all hands and mouths as I backed him against the pantry door. When he hit, I went for the button on his jeans.

“Wait,” he panted. “I came here with something to say.”

I ground my hips into his and shifted my attention to his neck. “Then f*cking say it so I can get you naked.”

“I want to f*ck you,” he blurted.

My entire body stiffened, and my heart began to race.

“Not now,” he quickly clarified. “I’ll wait. However long you need. But I want to be very honest with you so there are no doubts in your head about where I stand. Look at me, Evan.”

The purr of my name left me helpless but to obey. Slowly, I lifted my head and met his heated gaze.

Trailing his hand over my abs, he ducked behind me and flattened his chest to my back. Chills spread over me as his teeth raked the flesh at the base of my neck.

“Actually, I want a lot of things from you, Evan.”

“Son of a…” I groaned when he rolled his hips and pressed his hard length against my ass.

“This being just one of them,” he whispered.

Snaking a hand around my hips, he found my shaft through the denim and gave it a quick once-over. That paired with his hard-on at my ass had my knees damn near buckling. I threw an arm out and supported myself against the door.

“Shiiiit,” I groaned.

“But I want more than that too. I want you in my bed on my tour bus, waiting for me after a show. I want to watch movies and order takeout with you on lazy Sundays. I want you shirtless, lounging on a beach with me when we need a vacation to clear our heads. I want your voice in my ear, counting down from ten when the panic sets in. I want you sitting beside me for family dinner at Levee’s. I want you parked beside me at every boring-ass award show I’m forced to attend. And, Evan, I want every woman who so much as walks past you to know that you’re mine.”

My mouth was dry and I wasn’t sure I was even breathing when his agile fingers popped the button on my jeans open and dipped inside. A hiss escaped through my teeth when his cool hand wrapped around my length.

“But, more than all of that, I want you to want it too.” Using his other hand, he forced my jeans and my boxers down my thighs and then began a merciless rhythm on my cock. “I’m a patient man. I’ll wait. And, when I’m positive you want all of that too”—he ground his denim-covered erection between my bare ass cheeks—“I’ll f*ck you, Evan.”

And his promise was all it took to make me explode. I dropped to an elbow against the door, barely remaining upright in the midst of the sensorial overload. He caught my release in one hand as he continued to work me through my orgasm with the other.

Slowly, my head and my body returned to me as I came down, but there was a piece of myself that would never reemerge.

Because, no matter how hard I’d tried to fight, that piece now belonged to Henry.





HENRY LEFT THE next morning. It sucked, but when his lips brushed mine, it felt like we were finally starting something real. And surprisingly, I wanted that real more than ever before. We kept in touch with multiple daily calls, and as the weeks passed by, I found myself falling for the man on the other end of the phone.

To say Henry was a busy man was an understatement, but he always made time for me. It wasn’t enough though. He still hated to fly, but it was kind of my specialty, so the first day off he had, I grabbed a red-eye and flew out to see him. We didn’t leave the hotel room for a full twenty-four hours. We didn’t exactly put clothes on, either. While my walls were crumbling, I wasn’t ready to give myself to him completely. And he never pushed me. His mouth touched every inch of my body, including the few times he snuck his tongue down the seam of my balls. I nearly came unglued the first time his tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh. But, then again, this was Henry. He had that effect on me regardless of where his tongue was touching.

After that, it was two long weeks before we saw each other again. But it was for the best. We got to know each other, and that kind of comfort only turned my already-desperate desire to be with him up a notch—or twelve.

There wasn’t a ton of conversation when Henry showed up at my house that night. Those seconds were better spent with our mouths crushing together as we blindly made it to my bedroom, clothing left to litter the hallway. I didn’t even make it to the bed before I came down his throat. I couldn’t get enough of him. And, as quickly as he’d lost himself with my hand working between his legs, it was clear he couldn’t get enough of me, either.

He was lounging like a sated god on my pillows with his hands folded behind his head when I returned from the bathroom and tossed the damp washcloth on his stomach.

“Shit. Cold,” he gasped, his abs rippling as he scrambled to pull it away.

I fought to suppress my smirk. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, you look real sorry.”

I swayed my head in consideration. “Actually, I’m not sorry.”

A glowing, white smile formed on his lips. “Not at all?”