Page 70 of Mystique of the Fallen
Chapter 25
Saturday night, Roman was luxuriating in a pleasure that no fantasy could ever beat. Beneath him was a gorgeous, naked brunet. Roman adored the fingers tangled in his hair and the way Grant tugged at his tresses as his passion grew. Grant was nearly panting as Roman used his tongue to tease and taste his mate’s mouth.
Desperate for friction to appease his aching cock, Roman rocked against Grant. To his delight, Grant responded by widening his knees and giving Roman more room between his legs. It took a few minor adjustments, but Roman managed to get his dick pressed to Grant’s.
Expletives hit Roman’s ears, and he nearly smiled, but he was far too busy kissing Grant. To please them both, Roman sucked on Grant’s lip and used his teeth to bite down gently on the tender flesh. Their sweat-slicked skin allowed them to move easily as Roman’s climax grew ever closer.
It was the worst part of making love with Grant. Although he pined for each orgasm, Roman was also sad to lose those precious moments of full focus on one another and the heights of passion only Grant had ever allowed him to reach. Roman had walked into their relationship filled with trepidation, but much of that was long gone.
A sliver of it remained for the secret that sat between them, but mostly Roman focused on the way Grant was so craftily stealing his heart. Grant moaned, and Roman opened his eyes to appreciate the way color infused his mate’s handsome face. No lovelier man existed.
Grant’s eyelashes fluttered upward, and the lust in his extraordinarily green eyes was like a punch in the gut. A flurry of sparks raced along Roman’s spine, and he shifted to get his arms beneath Grant. He was suddenly desperate not just to climax, but to hold his greatest treasure close.
Roman rocked his hips forcefully, and Grant arched his neck. Grant’s body stiffened, and Roman watched his mouth fall open as his orgasm overwhelmed him. The beauty of his man losing himself was exactly what Roman needed to be pushed over the edge alongside him. Roman thrust forward one last time and spilled his seed between them on a loud moan.
Burying his face in Grant’s throat, Roman reveled in the delight of knowing he held the missing part of his soul. It was in that moment that Roman realized he wasn’t tumbling gently into love—he’d already fallen. And nothing pleased him more.
As their heartbeats leveled, Grant went from pulling Roman’s hair to tenderly combing his fingers through it. Forcing himself to move, Roman pressed his lips to Grant’s flushed, damp skin. He was ready to shout his feelings for Grant, but those precious words of adoration would not be spoken while they were growing sticky after lovemaking.
Plus, Roman had to reveal everything to Grant first. He owed him that, at the very least.
“Why are you tensing?” Grant asked.
Roman sighed, and for a moment he hated how perceptive his intelligent mate was. If Grant weren’t so tuned in to him, Roman would find it easier somehow to lie to him. Or maybe not. Roman wasn’t naturally a dishonest person.
“Hmm, not sure. Maybe I’m already thinking about how I’m going to top what we just did.”
Grant chuckled. “Please, we always top the last time. I don’t know how, but we do. Someday, we may hurt ourselves.”
“A risk I’m willing to take.”
“Same.”
It wasn’t an opportune moment to confess anything, so Roman tugged his arms free and smiled at the satisfaction written on Grant’s face. “Want some popcorn, baby?”
“Like actual popcorn, or round two with my sexy popcorn-smelling mate?”
“First, we’ll have actual popcorn. Then we’ll negotiate the second part.”
Grant’s brows flew up in surprise. “Negotiate sex?”
“Uh huh,” Roman said. He kissed the corner of Grant’s mouth. Pleased by his mate’s smile, Roman did the same to the other side. “Yes. Things need to be decided. Where? How? I’m open to ideas.”
“Okay. I’ll definitely need the fortification of a snack and a beer to have this tense discussion.”
Roman laughed and reluctantly peeled himself off Grant. “Same.”
“Roman?”
“Yeah?”
“You also need some pants or something. Otherwise, you’re going to get jumped mid-snack and forfeit everything. I get you in the kitchen exactly how I want you.”
With a roll of his eyes, Roman loped to the dresser and tugged out a pair of faded sleep pants.
“If I’m wearing pants, so are you,” Roman warned as he stalked into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean them both. He wet it quickly and scrubbed his belly, then returned to their bedroom to do the same to Grant.
“Fair,” Grant replied. He yanked out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt from his own dresser once Roman had scrubbed him reasonably clean and thrown in a caress or two to his still-heated skin.
