Beast was Knife’s one.
That was why he went for it.
But would Taro be my one?
I couldn’t see it yet, but did I give up on the chance to figure it out?
Could I ignore this attraction?
No.
No, I couldn’t, because Knife was right. I would regret it in the end.
Now I just had to find the balls to do something about it.
Chapter Eleven
Ruin
We’d been back for about twenty minutes. Everyone had headed to their own rooms, but along the way, Mimi kept saying how much fun she’d had. She loved my brothers and sisters, and I was glad for it. I could tell they enjoyed her company just as much.
Taro had been quiet though.
Taro… when had I started to think of him by his real name?
I liked using Wolf, but there was something about using his real name that was… special.
Groaning, I cupped my head in my hands as I sat on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think about him.
I wanted to charge to his room and demand answers on how he’d bewitched me. I wanted an argument. I wanted a fight. I wanted… to go and kiss him to see if my head, dick, and gut had just been acting up and whatever I felt was only in my imagination.
Would now be a good time to test it out?
Standing, I fisted my hands and stomped to the bedroom door, only to pause with my hand on the door handle.
Dropping my hand, I looked down at myself, still dressed in what I wore to the bar, minus my shoes and socks. This was all right to wear when going to the bedroom of a guy who you may or may not kiss. Right?
I didn’t want to rock up naked. Taro could get the wrong idea, and I wasn’t ready for the next move just yet.
Fuck me, when did I turn into such a pussy? If a woman didn’t approach me, I’d be the one to seek them out and get what I want. Mainly an orgasm. I didn’t second-guess myself, look at my clothes or worry about… shit, my breath. I quickly went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.
I was going to do this.
I was.
And without another thought, I stormed to my bedroom door, swung it open, and took the few steps to stop in front of Taro’s door.
I didn’t pause. I didn’t piss myself. I didn’t chicken out.
I lifted my hand and knocked once.
If he didn’t answer, I would go back to my room and—
The door swung open. Taro stood in the doorway wearing a pair of silk sleep pants. His body, Christ… smooth, beautiful pale skin.
He reached out, wrapped a hand in my Henley, and dragged me into the room. The door slammed closed. I was pushed up against the wall before his body pressed against me and his mouth was on mine.
His. Mouth. Was. On. Mine.
Fuck.
Lust exploded. I cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss with a groan. Our tongues tangled, fought, and demanded from one another. I slid a hand to the back of his head and tugged, gaining control of the kiss, and when he moaned, I drank it down.
Taro pushed his hardness against me, and when he paused for a moment, I knew he felt I was just as hard. In fact, my dick throbbed.
I glided my hand from his cheek down over his flat chest, gently rubbing across his nipple, which brought out a shudder from him. I grunted into the kiss, liking the thought of him reacting to me.
His hands on my waist tightened. They slid up to the back of my neck and held on as he allowed me to take my fill of touching him.
My hands shifted over his body like they were made to. Down his waist, hips, lower back, and finally his arse, where I held each rounded, perky cheek tightly in my hands, forcing his cock to rub against mine.
This…. Never had I been taken over like this, lost to just touch and taste.
His hands moved to my shoulders when I kissed down his neck. He arched for me. Both of us held heavy breaths, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste him everywhere. Touch every inch of him.
Him.
Taro.
A guy.
Panic surfaced, making my gut drop.
Resting my forehead to his shoulder, I sucked in a deep breath. My grip on him loosened. He rubbed up and down my arms.
“It’s okay. It’s all right,” he said.
I shook my head. It wasn’t.
I didn’t understand this. I couldn’t work out why I’d changed because of him… but I knew I didn’t want to miss out on this connection.
Not when it was already something big from even just one kiss.
Because I fucking wanted more.
I shook my head, lifted it enough to press my lips against his throat, and drew in his scent. Taro let out a shaky breath, which hitched when I gripped his arse.
“What have you done to me?” I whispered.
“I-I think it’s the other way around. What you’ve done to me.”
I nipped at his skin, and his fingers dug into my arms.
“Josh,” he uttered.
“Say it again,” I ordered.
“Josh,” he whispered, his breath hitching once more when I sucked on his neck, marking him.
Fuck.
Christ.
I wanted to mark him all over.
Where the hell was this coming from?
What had he done to me?
Pulling my mouth from him, I tugged his head back using his hair and stared into his glazed eyes. I ran mine over his porcelain skin, his sharp cheekbones, his gorgeous dark eyes, his nose, chin, lips.
The fear vanished as I stared at the man who’d consumed me for the last few weeks.
“You like me,” I told him.
“Yes,” he said softly.
“Okay.” I nodded.
“Josh—”
Cutting him off, I kissed him, clutching him to me, holding on to him like my life depended on it. Taro returned the fierce need and rubbed himself against me.
I wanted him.
I wanted all of him.
But not yet.
For once in my life, I didn’t want to just fuck a person and get them out of my system before moving to the next.
I wanted to savour every second we had together and not rush into anything sexual.
Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against his. “Who told you my name?”
“Huh?” He blinked and eased his head back to look at me.
Sliding my palms to his waist, I then took his hand and pulled him over to the bed. He seemed a little stunned by my actions, which was good as I twisted us and dropped to the bed. I pulled him up and over me. I would have left him on top of me, but that position would lead to something more, so I moved him to the side, where he lay half on and off the bed with me on his side.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes a little wide.
“Talkin’,” I said with a smirk. I shifted us again and rolled to my side to face him. I reached out and traced his bottom lip with a finger. “Who told you my real name?”
“Does it matter?” he asked breathily.
“Not really.”
His eyes watched my mouth. “You like it? Me calling you that?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. As my mind summoned the sensation, my cock ached.
Christ.
“I like hearing Taro from you.”
I smirked. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
I traced a couple of fingers over his shoulder, his arm, and back up again to circle them over his chest. I laughed to myself.