Page 19 of Fatal Temptation

As much as he thought it mortifying to admit to, he also felt compelled to tell Lucas.

“I waited for you,” he whispered. “I haven’t… I can’t get you out of my head, Luc.”

Lucas cursed and took a step back, shaking his head.

“You don’t make it fucking easy, do you?” Lucas said, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Make what easy?”

Lucas’ searing gaze snapped to Akio’s eyes.

“Staying away. Keeping my hands off you.”

Akio frowned. “Why would you?”

“Fuck,” Lucas muttered, hands grabbing his hair. He dropped his head back, eyes squeezed closed. “Chris.”

He felt like he’d touched a live wire, that good buzzing he’d felt now replaced with a zap so painful he stumbled back a step.

“Oh.”

He dropped his gaze, his mouth going dry while his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. He turned, the embarrassment too much. He needed to go. He needed to get the hell out.

He took off toward the hallway but only made it a few steps before a hand caught his arm and jerked him back around. He kept his gaze locked on the ground, something bitter burning bright in his chest.

“Akio.”

Lucas’ husky voice sent delicious shivers down his back, and he bit his lip to keep any wanton sounds from escaping him.

Lucas cursed and Akio snapped his gaze up. He barely met his hungry gaze before Lucas’ hands were in his hair, Lucas’ lips on his, the man’s tongue pushing inside his mouth.

He gasped, pulling away.

“What…?”

Lucas shook his head, need burning in his eyes.

“I didn’t mean because I still want him.”

Akio blinked at Lucas, still not understanding.

Lucas stepped closer, hands sliding up Akio’s arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I meant that Chris would kill me. Fuck.” Lucas shook his head. “Willkill me, because who the fuck am I kidding at this point?”

“But…”

“I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, sweetheart, so don’t you dare pull away now.”

He felt his lips part on a silent gasp, eyes wide as he took in the man standing in front of him. There was stark hunger in Lucas’ darkening gaze, his skin lightly flushed.

“Kiss me.”

This time it wasn’t a request. It was a fucking plea.

Lucas surged forward, sealing their mouths together in a hard kiss. Lucas’ lips felt incredible against his. Lucas kissed him like he owned him. Like his lips and tongue belonged to him.

He had kissed others before but none of them had ever come close to making him feel the way Lucas did. The insistent press of those lips had a storm brewing inside him.

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