Page 77 of Except You
“Alright, big man. Shower time. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Chapter Twelve
Max
As soon as we’re in the bathroom, Beau strips, undresses me slowly and carefully, and then pulls me into the shower. My dick is half hard just from having his hands on me. I don’t want to do anything else in this moment, but kiss him.
Again and again.
I don’t want to stop. Although it seems Beau isn’t on the same page because he has a look of serious concentration on his face as he washes me, gingerly touching my body like I’m going to break.
But I’m not. I’ll be just fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a punch to my face. Growing up with three brothers, it happens. Although, Magnus never hit me. He’s the only one not to lay a hand on me.
“Tilt your head back, let me rinse your hair,” Beau says, and I listen, my hands sliding across his hips as he runs his fingers through my hair. When I pull him closer, I can feel his cock bumping mine, hard and pressed out from his body.
“Ugh. Sorry about my dick,” Beau mumbles and then huffs a small laugh. “It’s not getting the memo.”
“It’s fine. I like it,” I say when he reaches behind me and turns the water off, helping me out of the shower like I’m some kind of invalid. “I’m really okay.”
“You were beat half to hell and shivering when I brought you in here. You’re having an adrenaline crash. It’s a thing.”
I try to arch an eyebrow, but it hurts too much. “Is that so, Bow-tie?”
He nods. “It is so.”
He looks so determined, so cute, that I feel my heart starting to melt. Just a candle, burning at both ends. That’s me. I’m so far gone for this guy that I don’t even know how to behave.
“Kiss me again,” I say, breathless. “That’s what I need to feel better. Just kiss me better.”
He rolls his eyes, his cheeks flushing. “That’s not a thing.”
“It’s my thing. You’re my thing,” I retort, pulling him into me. We’re both still damp from the shower, towels around our waists. His hips hit mine, and my hand slips into his hair.
My eyes fall to his swollen lips, and I can’t breathe.
“Bow-tie,” I whisper softly and then lower my lips to his once more. He sighs into it, his hands sliding around my back, holding me to him. Our tongues tangle, slow and languid, as if we have all the time in the world.
“I want to do this all night,” I tell him when our lips finally part.
“Oh god. A night of edging,” Beau says with a small laugh. “Pure torture.”
“Do you want me to get you off first?” I ask, suddenly worried about his dick. I don’t want him to be uncomfortable, and I most certainly don’t want his dick to fall off.
“No. I want to live with this sweet torture. Come on. Let’s go lie down.”
I follow him into the bedroom and under the covers. Our towels are discarded on the floor as I bring him closer to me, needing his lips on mine.
It’s an obsession, his kisses, his taste.
Everything Bow-tie is mine and mine alone.
“Kiss me until I fall asleep,” I murmur, and Beau groans under his breath.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Max.”
“Good.”
Let him die in my arms. I’ll follow him into the afterlife.