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Which we don’t. I know we don’t.

Fear grips my stomach, curdling the contents.

I pull away from our kiss, breathless.

“I want you,” I say.

“You’ve got me,” he replies.

I clear my throat. “No. I mean, Iwantyou.” It appears I’m incapable of articulating my wants in a grown-up manner.

“In every way possible,” I add.

Oliver’s eyes flare with heat as he understands me. His chest rises and falls more rapidly.

“Callum,” he says hoarsely.

“Please, Oliver,” I say.

“Of course. I’ll give you anything you want.”

I don’t correct Oliver, but it’s not a want. It’s a need.

I need to have Oliver’s body pressed up against mine. I need him to be removing our clothes and steering me toward my bed. I need him to trail kisses down my body, worshiping me like I’m a temple and he’s my most devout follower.

He kisses my shoulder blades, the soft flesh inside my arm, the curve of my waist. Parts of my body I would have never thought were remotely sexual, but every kiss he plants on my body leaves me a straining, panting mess.

I need him.

And then it’s a mess of new sensations: the cold of the lube, his fingers inside me, slowly working me open before hitting the jackpot spot that electrifies my body and has Oliver laughing softly at my reaction. My prostate is previously uncharted territory, but with Oliver, I’m in the hands of a capable explorer.

He continues until I’m writhing, squirming, begging for him.

Then, he’s slipping on a condom and his body hovers over mine, his weight, his metal dog tags around his neck falling against my skin as he laces our fingers together.

He pauses, and I stare up to meet his gaze.

“I need you,” I whisper.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Oliver

Nothing in my life has prepared me for this.

To sink slowly into the body of the man I love, to see the emotions flicker on his face, the flash of pain at the initial burn, which then clears and changes to something else. Awe.

We’re watching each other closely, our gazes locked together.

His hands grasp my waist, his palms pressing into my hips and urging me closer. I can feel his heart thumping wildly and his breath hot against my collarbone as we move together.

I’m slow, careful, and the heat and tightness of his body are overwhelming. Every sensation feels heightened. My heart beats rapidly, a throbbing heavy ache in my throat that threatens to choke me with each breath.

I’m almost afraid to blink, to look away from his face, from this moment.

The world and its troubles mean nothing to me right now. All I can focus on is Callum. It’s like we are part of each other, unable to be separated by anything.

I never knew it could feel like this.