Soul Mates 04: Secrets(40)

He reached for me. "No, do not kneel, Peter."



"I'm not kneeling for you," I said softly.



"Good." His hand dropped to his thigh and I reached up to take it. The moment I did, he tugged on it. "Come up here?"



I nodded and went to sit beside him, but he pulled me into his lap. I straddled his thighs and tried to make myself comfortable. Truth was, I was so nervous I could barely sit still. Both of us started to speak at the same time and I shook my head.



"Go ahead."



He leaned his head on the back of the couch and stared up at me. "I have made a lot of mistakes."



"We both have, Lucien."



"Yes, we have," he agreed quietly. "And these mistakes that took months and months to make cannot be fixed in a single night; we would be ignorant to think otherwise. However, I believe we have come to the point where we need to either come together and try to fix this&or we need to let each other go. We cannot continue on this path."



"I'm tired of fighting, tired of hurting you. I'm just&tired."



"I was upset when you moved out of the bedroom, mostly because it was a shock I wasn't expecting." He paused. "But I realized that you might have been right."



"I'm miserable sleeping alone," I admitted. "I miss knowing that you're going to be there when I wake up."



"And I miss you. Miss seeing your face the moment I open my eyes. But I think we need to maintain separate rooms for a short time," he said cautiously. "At least until we work through some of our most major issues. It's difficult and draining for us to always be on the defensive."



"That works."



"That does not mean that we have to avoid each other." He shifted a little and I had to bite back a groan at the feel of him beneath me. "In fact, I believe that part of our problem is that we don't spend enough time together. We are always busy with other people, other things, and we don't make the time for each other that we used to."



"Maybe we should date."



"Date?"



"Yep. Dinner . or the equivalent of . dancing, movies, moonlit walks on the beach&something. We should take it slow."



"No, I fuck on the first date."



I laughed and poked my finger in the middle of his chest. "I thought you were the type."



He smiled, and for the first time in months it reflected in his eyes. "I want us back, Peter."



"Me, too."



"I want to touch you and see you lean in for more. To kiss you and feel you shudder. To hold you and know you feel safe in my arms." He tugged at my shirt. "This is mine, you know."



"Is it?" I looked down at the T-shirt I wore. It was one of the most comfortable shirts in the entire closet . and that was saying a lot. "Should I&take it off?"



"I insist that you do."



"Oh, okay." I let out an exaggerated huff. "If you insist, I'll take it off." When I had it off, I dropped it on the couch next to him. "Happy now?"



"Not quite." Lucien grinned. "I believe those are my pants."



"But if I take off the pants, I'll be naked."



"Is that so?" I nodded, and he tugged at the front of my pants. "Then you'd better hurry."



I stood and untied the string at my waist and pushed the pants down. They pooled at my ankles and I stepped out of them, promptly kicking them off to the side.



"Anything else?"



He nodded and crooked his finger, beckoning me closer. "Have you been using my soap?"



"I don't think so."



"There's only one way to tell, really."



"Oh, I've got to hear this.





This was so ridiculous, but at the same time it was light and fun, and I'd finally relaxed. He grasped my hips and pulled me close, murmuring something about not needing to hear anything at all. He licked just beneath my belly button and sighed, the heat of his breath against me giving me a wicked case of goose bumps.



"Nope," he said after a few seconds. "Not my soap at all. It's just&you."



"Flattery will get you laid." I started pulling at his shirt and, after a moment's struggle, finally got it off him. He stood and immediately began pushing his pants off. He was hard and I couldn't help but grin. "Something tells me you already knew that."



"I would never assume such a thing."



"Liar," I whispered, trailing my fingers down the cut, chiseled lines of his belly. The head of his prick grazed my wrist, precome leaving a wet trail where it touched. "I think you've been watching me, seeing what turns me on, realizing that you've got everything I could ever want."