Page 95 of If We Were Young

I didn’t need to worry about talking now. Could show.

“We’ve got to get to the shop,” he muttered, not breaking his kiss so it came out as a slur. His delicate touch cradled my face.

“I know. I’ve got to check your sock drawer too.”

His kiss hardened, teeth nipping at my lower lip. His fingers pulled on my ponytail, sliding out the elastic and then slipping against my scalp. I quivered as the sensitive touch sent tingles down my spine.

“I should take you to the socks.”

“Definitely. I can’t live without seeing them.” His fingers dug into my thighs as he secured me in place.

He walked us up the stairs, me still clamped around his waist, and all I could think was; this is fucking it. This is it. It’s Matthew, and it’s me.

Perfect.

Wouldn't it be hideous if this wasn’t perfect?

I didn’t need to worry though.

There wasn’t a single part of this that wasn’t on a level I could comprehend. His fingers were deft, smooth and cool as they undid my coat. When it hung undone, his touch lingered ever so lightly over my jumper, his thumbs pushing against my shoulders and melting into my bones.

“It’s too cold.” He paused. A frown flickering. “This isn’t perfect.”

“Take the coat off, Matthew. Perfect is workable.”

His lips answered, desperately. The coat dropped some place in the hallway. I didn’t care. I’d find it sometime never when this was done.

He kicked at a door, edging us in backwards and I cranked an eye open to take in the same purple walls and white bedding. Simple wooden furniture. Strong and robust; good fucking thing too, because I wanted to destroy it with his legs tangled around mine. I kicked off my boots and they clunked against the floor as they landed. He held me tighter still, fingers hard, while he used the toe of one shoe to kick off the heel of another.

I shivered and pressed myself against him. His mouth sunk hot on my throat, his teeth grazing until I groaned slightly, tilting back my neck so he could get to more. The strands of his dark hair brushed like silk against my cheek as I reached my lips and swiped my tongue along the outer edge of his ear. I wanted to high five myself as he shuddered. I licked again, bringing about the same response.

“God, I so want to take my time with you.” He pressed his words into my neck.

I nodded. Yes please, take your time with me, take it so slow I want to die. I’ve waited so long now that to suspend the moment would be the most pleasurable torture.

The words didn’t come out. I just kissed him harder, tangling my tongue until our kiss was so fast that I forgot how to draw air.

Who needed to breathe anyway?

I didn’t. It was overrated.

I pulled at his jumper and T-shirt, sliding my hands under the material so my palms lay flat on his stomach. Oh, well hello.

I had to break the kiss to have a look, and to breathe. Turned out I did need oxygen after all. “What is this under here?”

“Ronnie?” He chuckled and it was adorably self-conscious. I really did want to eat him up with an ice cream spoon. Ducking my head, I investigated the flat smooth skin my hands found.

“Oh, wow. You’ve got a masterpiece down here.”

“That’s just my stomach, Ronnie.”

“It’s very flat and…” It was no good, I had to press my lips against it. He shivered and I ran my hands further up as I straightened and met his gaze.

“I can’t believe you are here, that this is happening.” The sharpened edge of his face dissolved until I stared at the bashful expression of a boy I once knew.

Apart from the Matthew now was different, with thickened muscles, strength that didn’t exist before. He would tear me apart.

“So, the theory.” My voice wavered.