Page 20 of Fatal Temptation

Lucas’ lips were on his, his fingers wrapped around his upper arms, his body pressing against his and he wanted more. He wanted his hands on bare skin. He needed the man naked. Needed to know where his fantasies differed from reality.

He chased Lucas’ lips when he pulled away, feeling the man’s smile when he found his lips again.

Lucas took Akio’s hand and tugged him down the hallway and into his bedroom. He released Akio’s hand as they crossed the threshold and turned around, taking a few steps backward, gaze dark with need as he looked at Akio.

Lucas pulled his shirt off, revealing a mouth-watering sight that had Akio’s mouth dropping open. The man worked out, that was for sure.

“Wow. I uh…”

Lucas frowned at him, clearly catching onto the apprehension in his voice.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just um…”

He scratched his cheek, gaze dropping to the floor.

He felt Lucas moving closer and snapped his head up, his startled reaction making Lucas come to a halt.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, and I certainly don’t look like that. I mean, I’m kinda skinny and not,” he flapped his hands around, motioning in the general vicinity of Lucas’ muscular chest, “Defined.”

Lucas laughing was not the reaction he’d expected, though laughing at him was probably better than so many other things he could’ve done.

“You really think I don’t know what you look like?”

His gaze clashed with Lucas’ unwavering one.

“What?”

“Akio… You really think I’d pretend to want you? You think this isn’t solely for you?” Lucas asked, motioning at his crotch and the very visible hard-on there. “Sweetheart, you’re all I think about. You’re all I want.”

He had no reason not to believe Lucas. His insecurities were trying to take him to a place he didn’t want to go.

He took a trembling breath, and with jerky movements, he tugged his shirt over his head and shoved his sweats and boxers down his legs to step out of them.

He was still hard and aching as he looked up at Lucas. The man’s gaze roamed over his body, the heat in his eyes like a warm caress across his skin.

“Beautiful,” Lucas said, his voice quiet as if he hadn’t meant to speak the word.

He swallowed hard, something burning in his eyes. He’d never thought anyone would call him that. Not with the scars covering his body. They were pale now, but they were almost everywhere. His chest. Arms. Back.

He raised his chin as he tried to summon the pride he knew he should feel because those scars meant that he’d fought back. That he’d won.

Lucas crossed the room, hands cupping Akio’s face as his lips crashed over Akio’s.

“You’re perfect the way you are,” Lucas said against his lips and then he was turned around, feet trying hard not to stumble as Lucas walked him toward the bed. When they reached it, he found himself pushed to sit on the edge while Lucas remained standing in front of him.

Lucas’ hands went to the waistband of his pants, his long fingers slowly undoing the button and zipper. Akio’s mouth went dry. Who knew such a simple thing could turn him on so much?

Lucas’ pants slipped down his hips and revealed a thick cock that had him swallowing back a whimper.

He dropped back on the bed, breathing out heavily.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

His fantasies had nothing on the real thing.

Lucas was the sexiest man he’d ever seen. Those defined abs, that trail of dark hair running under his navel, the thick thighs covered in a fine sprinkle of black hair… fuck. He was downright exquisite. Then there were those eyes, several shades of enchanting green, burning fiercely with need for him.

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