He never backed down from a challenge. Especially one that was so damned important to him.
“I want to spend time with you,” Beau admitted, hoping that, by opening up a little, he’d bridge some of the chasm that had formed between them last night when Blake had shown up to ruin the entire night.
“That so?” Ethan asked skeptically, some of the agitation in his tone cooling. “Kinda like I needed you last night?”
Beau knew Ethan was trying to punish him for leaving. He didn’t necessarily blame him. It had taken more willpower than he thought he possessed just to drive away. But he’d known it was the right thing to do.
“Yes, it is so.” Beau was all for trying to reason with Ethan, but he wasn’t up for arguing with him. He’d learned a long time ago that the guy would only do what he wanted. For months, Beau had sat by patiently waiting for the moment Ethan gave in to what was brewing between them. Now that that day had come and gone, he wasn’t willing to let him go that easily, but he also wasn’t going to fight him on it.
“Sorry, I’m busy,” Ethan said harshly.
When Ethan tried to pull away, Beau quickly grabbed his wrists, lifting his hands and pressing them securely against the door behind him, holding him in place.
“Is this really what you want?” Beau asked seriously.
He was tired of playing games. If Ethan wanted to do this, to put a halt to this extraordinary thing happening between them then Beau would back away. Not happily, but he wasn’t up for the bullshit that came along with following Ethan like a fucking puppy.
He knew what sparked between them. Had felt it firsthand. He also knew that what they’d shared didn’t happen every day to every person. But if Ethan was too fucking stubborn to realize that, Beau would walk away. It was all he had to offer at the moment. Falling in love with someone didn’t mean he had to let go of his pride.
“What do you want?” Ethan asked, his eyes narrowed on Beau’s face.
“You,” he replied simply.
“That didn’t seem to be the case last night,” Ethan retorted with an abundance of frustration ringing clearly in Beau’s ears.
Beau sucked in a deep breath, trying to hold his anger inside. He wasn’t the type to fly off the handle without some serious provocation, but for some reason the anger was on a rapid boil and threatening to overflow at any second. “Then you don’t remember things quite the way I do,” Beau said calmly, choking back the rage that was threatening to spew forth.
He had to get Ethan over the fact that he’d left. It was time that they moved on. That was one thing he noticed about Ethan, he clung to things from the past, let them build until chaos drown out anything reasonable. It explained a lot about the man.
“I remember asking you to stay. I also remember you walking away.”
Beau heard the words, heard the pain in Ethan’s delivery. He also noticed that, although Ethan was pissed, he wasn’t trying to pull away. That was a good sign.
“I remember your cock in my ass,” Beau said, keeping his voice low and even, his eyes trained on Ethan’s. “I remember you sucking my dick until I thought my head was going to explode.” Beau lifted Ethan’s wrists a little higher as he leaned in close. “I remember wanting to fuck you until neither one of us could see straight. To find out for myself just what it feels like to be deep inside of you.” Beau paused, letting his breath fan over Ethan’s lips. “I’m still waiting to find out. So, you’re right. We don’t remember it the same.”
The irregular rhythm of Ethan’s breathing told Beau he was just as affected by his descriptive recollection as he was.
Figuring Ethan would either give up or get more defensive, Beau decided to leave the decision to him. Releasing his wrists, he started to move back, but before he could get out of Ethan’s personal space, he was being pulled back. Ethan’s hands were in his hair, pulling him close, sending shards of pleasure/pain bolting through his scalp. He didn’t even have time to inhale before Ethan’s mouth was on his, his tongue plunging in deep and hard.
Beau let Ethan control the kiss, didn’t use his hands to touch him in return although he wanted to. If he had his way, he’d strip Ethan bare right there in the middle of the shop and drop to his knees and suck him deep into his mouth. Then he’d turn him around and fuck him until they were both wild with lust. Because yes, Beau had never been so eager to know what it felt like to be consumed by Ethan completely.
“My house,” Ethan moaned against his lips a few seconds later.
Beau contemplated the idea for a minute. He wanted nothing more than to go to Ethan’s house, hide away for the night and steal several hours of alone time. Hell, it was all he’d been able to think about. But, for some reason, he didn’t think that was the most brilliant plan. Allowing Ethan to turn this into nothing more than a casual sexual encounter wasn’t going to get them where Beau hoped they’d be.