Lustful Hearts

Soft music filtered through the room and a smile touched my lips walking into the kitchen just feeling his presence.

Mike and Joel munched loudly on their toast. They were both equally engrossed in reading their sports pages, too busy to notice me enter. My mother softly hummed along to the radio, busying herself with making the breakfast.

I grabbed a couple of slices from the stack, concentrating on spreading the butter and jam. My mind happily wandered to other delicious places re-enacting the night before. I smiled with complete gratitude, when my mother placed the coffee down in front of me.

Ahh, sweet nectar.

It was more than a welcomed sight. A huge caffeine fix was in order to get me through the day. Not that I was complaining about last night's activities.

That was more than worth it.

I nibbled lightly on the toast as another smile threatened to break out. Just remembering how good those lips felt against mine. The looks he had given me, the intensity throughout. I could feel my body instantly reacting to my thoughts, the heat beginning to build inside. Then fear crept in like a cold, cruel tidal wave crashing over me as doubt quickly spread through me. Did he still feel the same? Had Joel changed his mind within the last six hours?

I discretely glanced to my side to look at him. To dispel the insecurities multiplying rapidly inside only to find him staring right back.

Joel smiled and I blushed, overwhelmed as my eyes focused on those lips. The lips that had undone me within seconds just hours earlier.

I dropped my gaze down to the table hoping Mike wasn't witness to the intensity shining in my eyes.

Joel slowly manoeuvred his hand down and held it out to the side, signalling for my hand to join his.

My breath hitched when his warm hand brushed against mine. Enjoying the sensation of our fingers as they interlocked together.

He gave me a reassuring squeeze and stroked me slowly with his thumb, sending shivers throughout my body. I closed my eyes concentrating on the tiny electrical pulses radiating through me. It was pure heaven.

The feel of his soft, warm skin against mine, our bodies connecting. I knew in this moment, I never wanted to let go.

***

The door creaked drawing my attention away from packing my bag. I barely had the chance to turn around before I was instantly encircled by a strong pair of arms and pulled back into a hard chest. "Did you have sweet dreams about me last night, gorgeous?" he whispered in my ear.

My body shivered at his warm breath tickling softly against my skin. I smiled at his words as my body melted into his.

He was just too cute.

"Of course, though it's not the first time," I said, turning around slowly. Enjoying the surprised look on his gorgeous face. My hands naturally headed upwards to entwine in his thick, silky, smooth hair.

A huge grin spread across his face, and he quirked up a brow in intrigue. "You've dreamt about me before? What was I doing?" His head dropped down, and I gasped lightly when his lips began placing feather light kisses down my neck.

I sagged slightly, overwhelmed by his touch. "Oh the usual, kissing, touching, tasting... the list is endless."

My voice became more breathless when his mouth reached that sensitive spot below my ear. I felt a twitch in his pants, his body reacting to my words. I knew we had to stop before I threw him down hard and leapt on top of him.

Joel groaned loudly when I pushed away, his arms desperately trying to hold on as I giggled at his expression.

I slowly slid my hands up his warm, firm chest and our eyes locked in a soft, loving gaze. I smiled as he leaned in to kiss me, but his face dropped when I stepped backwards out of his hold. I could see confusion in his eyes, and a mixture of sadness and rejection filled him.

I smiled at him reassuringly and grabbed his hand placing a gentle kiss into his palm. His shy sweet smile had me melting as my hand held his. "We're going to be late," I eventually said laughing, pulling him towards my bedroom door.

"And your point is?" he asked pouting, looking thoroughly disgruntled. I giggled before shoving him out the last few steps.

He bobbed his head back in giving me a soft, sweet, heart-stopping kiss. Leaving me completely breathless as he disappeared out the door. I had a pretty good feeling I'd be repeating that moment over and over in my head for the rest of the day.

***

Over the next week we snatched short periods of time together. Each moment only fuelled my desires even more. My body constantly ached to be near him, but life got in the way. I had college, and Joel had his job. We kept up the pretence act of barely being civil during mealtimes, exchanging harsh words across the dinner table.

Mike remained oblivious, almost revelling in our pretend arguments. Though all throughout our performance I saw a look of insecurity Joel held in his eyes. Especially each time I used his man-whore past as a weapon against him. Despite my constant reassurances afterwards, I was still haunted by his sad look. That look almost broke me.

I was almost at melting point at our lack of alone time together. I knew I needed to take matters into my own hands. So I feigned illness one afternoon knowing Joel would be at home relaxing on his day off. I hated lying to Elijah, but the need to spend time with Joel was far greater.

Clicking the front door quietly behind me, I crept along the hallway. Peeping around the corner to find Joel lying flat out across the sofa. His large, muscular arms were crossed behind his head. His muscles extended to the maximum as my eyes fell down onto his tattoo sleeve. His T-shirt had risen up giving a flash of his perfectly toned washboard stomach.

Wow, he really was perfect.

My tongue swiped over my lips as my eyes devoured every inch of his glorious body.

I could stare at him all day.

But we only had four hours, and I didn't want to waste a single second.

I stood listening for a few moments straining to hear if he was actually asleep. The background noise from the television was too distracting. The anticipation bubbling away inside was too strong to wait a moment longer.

I needed my hands on him now.

"Hey, lazybones," I chirped, bending down to kiss his warm, stubbly cheek.

His eyes sprang open, and I shrieked as his hands shot out grabbing me. He pulled me down onto the sofa to lie beside him so our faces were barely inches apart.

I sighed, staring at his perfect face. He really was too attractive for his own good. I wanted to run my tongue along his chiselled jaw and place soft, gentle kisses along those amazing cheekbones. Finishing off kissing those perfect, plump, juicy lips.

My eyes dropped down as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip.

Enticing me, teasing me.

I wanted those lips on me now.

A soft chuckle knocked me out of my fantasy as I looked up to meet his eyes.

"What?" he asked, scrunching up his eyebrows, puzzled by my expression. I mindlessly stared, drinking him all in. He was beyond perfection, and I couldn't believe he was all mine.

"You really are beautiful, Joel." I smiled, my fingertips gently stroked the fine features of his face.

He scowled slightly. "Do you mean handsome? Beautiful is so girly."

I smiled at his look of annoyance, but beautiful was the only word I would choose to describe him. "You really should be a model, you have such great cheekbones." I threw my head back laughing when he mockingly sucked in his cheeks. Only succeeding in defining them even more. He leapt up from the sofa and started to perform modelling poses.

I instantly sat up, grabbing my phone and snapped away. Laughing and lusting over the man theatrically performing in front of me.

I lost it when he dragged his shirt over his head, tossing it down beside me. My eyes greedily took in every inch of his fabulous torso. His abs were even more defined.

Was that even possible?

Then there were his tattoos that were just amazing. The designs made his body look like a real work of art. He turned to perform the over the shoulder pose, and my eyes dropped down to that gorgeous, tight bottom of his.

It was perfect.

They lingered longer than was acceptable, and he caught me in the act.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐