Coiled (Book 1 of 2)

Mine

Corsica.

August, 1978.

I'm moving cautious in this moment.

Though I'm not a man known for such things, here we are.

And from my place at the door

I see you.

End of the line, as far as you're concerned.

You're mine -

You're mine now -

Self restraint;

I am a study in self restraint.

Because I've waited years for this moment

And now, with your back to me, I watch you transfixed.

I can't wait;

I can't wait any longer -

I simply can't ...

I know you're aware of me here;

I see it in the way your whole body stills.

And me?

Don't know where Black is; don't care.

You're mine.

You are mine.

Stalking forward I reach and catch you, my hands leading the way forward, my body following after

The pull

The unbearable, magnetic pull

And so

I collect myself

And steady fingers blaze a trail for palms on hips

For my front against your back

My racing heart and yours.

"Henry ..."

"Shhh ..."

Shhh

Shush

Again you repeat yourself as I hold you there against me -

"... Henry?"

From what I hear in your tone, the way with which you whisper my name, I nearly lose it completely.

Tugging at your sides, my hands set about pleading with you to turn around.

Face me -

Face me?

And then, to all my disbelief ...

... You do.

The front of your body now meeting mine, we push up and against one another.

Need you -

Need you ...

Need to possess you

In every possible way.

Bringing my temple to your jaw I nudge at you softly, testingly.

And when you don't tell me no, when instead you just brush back against me once more ...

When you do that, my hands are quick to act

Fingers flying up both your arms, feeling every bit of you as I go

The cool linen of your shirt; your perfect body just beneath

I commit it all to memory then and there.