miss, and Elias just knew Lucky could feel him. Feel his heat, his hard-on.
“I know what I’m doing,” Lucky murmured against Elias’s cheek. “I know you’re fighting a battle I won’t allow you to win.” And he pressed his lips to Elias’s.
Breath cut off in Elias’s lungs. He went stiff. Everywhere. Lucky’s lips were firm, and Elias tightened his hold on him, to push him away, but Lucky shoved a knee between Elias’s legs, grazing his balls and he cried out. An invitation Lucky took him up on, tongue diving in between his parted lips, licking him.
They shuddered as one. Moaned in sync.
Goddamn me. Elias plunged his fingers in Lucky’s hair and pulled his head back so he could take over, so he could sink in and in and lose his head, his mind. He’d regret this later, curse himself later, but right now… Right now Lucky was rubbing on him, wanton and hot, and Elias wasn’t as strong as he thought he was. Definitely not strong enough to resist this, not when he wanted it, too.
Lucky moaned. Elias would never deny the flare of pride and ownership that brought to his chest. Lucky’s tongue twisted around his, and Elias caught it, sucked hard. Lucky shuddered for him, body vibrating between his legs.
He’d spoken the truth. He slept with people when the urge got too much to be ignored. If it was the best way to get close to a target, Elias never hesitated, but they didn’t matter. Even his occasional trysts with Stavros were purely physical and meant nothing. Nothing when compared to this, Lucky in his arms, his taste so fine on Elias’s tongue.
“Mm.” Lucky tore his mouth away, eyelids heavy, pupils dilated. “I knew you would taste like this.”
“Like what?” Elias’s tone was husky, rough, and he didn’t miss the satisfaction that flashed in Lucky’s hazel eyes.
“Wild.” That dimple appeared in Lucky’s cheek and he licked his lips. “Dangerous.”
“I am.” Elias used the hand at Lucky’s nape to bring his head forward and touched their foreheads together. “Lucky, I am dangerous.”
“Yes.” Lucky’s tongue flicked out, laving Elias’s chin. “But not to me. Never to me.” He kissed Elias again, deeply, mouth hot and wet and distracting enough that Elias forgot that yes, he was most dangerous to Lucky.
He held Lucky’s head steady and plundered his mouth, imprinting his taste, his smell, his everything in his memory, to unlock and pull out later when he needed it. He was sick, he knew, wanting this so much. And maybe guilt and obligation played a part, but most of it was just plain need and fascination for the young man in his arms.
He was setting them both up for the worst kind of destruction, but Elias couldn’t stop. He held on to Lucky tighter, groaning when Lucky grabbed him just as tight. There would come a time when Lucky would let go, but they hadn’t arrived at that time yet and Elias took advantage, sinking deeper into him, raking his nails down Lucky’s back.
The younger man gasped into his mouth and Elias drank it down, cock hardening even more. The worst kind of torture, and Elias would know. He wished he could stay where they were, in the silence, still shrouded in innocence.
That wish would never be granted.
He pulled away this time. “Lucky.” He brushed a lock of hair from Lucky’s forehead.
“Hmm?” Lucky’s dark lashes lifted. His eyes. Jesus.
“Yes.”
Lucky blinked and licked his swollen lip. “Huh? Yes to what?”
“Yes, I thought about you.” All. The. Time. “Yes, you haunted me.” He would never know for how long.
Lucky’s eyes went saucer-wide and he touched two fingertips to Elias’s mouth. “And what are we going to do about it?” A wicked glint appeared in his eyes and he touched Elias, the front of his jeans, over his hard cock.
Elias sucked in a breath, stomach contracting at the sweetness. “No.”
Lucky bent and nuzzled his neck, biting, licking as his fingers sought out Elias’s zipper.
God. Fuck.
Suzanne Woods Fisher, Mary Ann Kinsinger