Page 95 of Mystique of the Fallen
“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to get my arms to work to help you,” Grant said as Roman embraced him and nipped his chin.
“Just relax, baby.”
Since Grant had no other choice, he nodded and wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Roman had barely touched him, but he was already vibrating with need. That wasn’t the surprising part. It took hardly anything for Grant to respond physically to the sexy man who’d loved him right since the first time they’d had sex.
What was new was the heavy thumping of his heart and the languidness of his limbs as Roman gently teased him with his tongue. Grant met him stroke for stroke as they made out, but the bliss rooted in his soul made each sensation more intense than ever before.
It was lovely.
The muscles in Grant’s arms bunched as he finally managed to lift them. He grabbed Roman’s T-shirt and yanked the damn thing upward. With barely a pause in their kisses, Roman tore it off his head with some help from Grant, and it hit the floor. Grant moaned as he caressed Roman’s smooth skin, and his cock throbbed in the confines of his pants.
Ignoring the tightening of his balls, Grant focused on driving Roman as wild as he felt. He offered no protest as Roman plucked Grant’s shirt from his jeans and tugged it off.
“Want to lie down?”
Grant nodded enthusiastically and crawled up to the head of the bed. He tore his socks off and threw them. Where they landed was anyone’s guess. Grant settled his head on a pillow and was ready for more drugging kisses. Instead, his hips nearly jackknifed off the bed. Roman cupped Grant’s dick in his palm and squeezed.
“Do you want some champagne?” Roman asked, locking his eyes on Grant’s. In those blue eyes was a tantalizing mixture of lust and love.
“Are you out of your damn mind? No.”
Roman laughed. “Are you sure? I really want tonight to be romantic.”
“Drink your damn champagne later, Calixtus.”
To ensure that Roman didn’t wander away to fill a glass or some other shit, Grant laid a palm on Roman’s cheek and fused their lips together. His mate’s thirst could wait until Grant finally had the privilege of having Roman buried inside him.
Thankfully, Roman made no move to get away. But he didn’t touch him either.
“What’s going on?” Grant asked.
Roman smiled, but something about it set Grant on edge. “What if we came to a compromise?”
“Compromise? What kind of compromise? I want you inside me.”
“Oh, that’s definitely happening,” Roman said.
Grant relaxed marginally as Roman unfastened his own jeans. “Okay, so what’s the compromise?”
“You get to take your pants off, but I want you to keep your bright little undies on.”
“Are you getting naked?”
“That is an option.”
“No, it’s not an option. It’s a requirement. And keep your mouth away from my dick because I will shoot down your throat, which is not part of the plan for the night.”
“My preference is to have you face down.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Grant muttered as he wiggled out of his jeans.
“Is that a problem for you?”
“Nope, I’m good,” Grant promised, tossing a pillow into the middle of the bed and rolling over so his mate could live out his fantasy.
Roman coasted a palm across Grant’s cotton-clad ass. “Green is sexy on you.”
“Stop yammering and get your clothes off, Calixtus.”
