Page 20 of Honey Heat
“Deal.” Ethan’s face lit up, making something warm unfurl beneath Lucio’s ribs.
“I’m still gonna check with the doctor first.” He squeezed his mate’s shoulder before heading away.
After some negotiation and a stern warning, Lucio returned. “You got clearance, hermoso.”
“Yippee,” Ethan said amusingly in a small voice. “Let’s blow this joint, maybe knock over a few banks and stop for ice cream before our police chase.”
“Think you can outrun the law in your wheelchair?” Luca arched a brow as he grabbed the one in the far corner.
“No way.” Ethan shook his head, tossing aside his blanket. “I can walk, Lucio. See my perfectly working legs?”
A small growl escaped when Lucio noticed the gown had risen up under the cover, exposing Ethan’s soft cock. Now he remembered seeing his mate bent over the desk, his nicely-shaped ass on display.
Ethan squeaked as he yanked the covers back, adjusting the gown under the cover as he blushed a deep red. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, cariño. No tienes idea de lo mucho que quiero reclamarte. Tu cuerpo es impresionante, hermoso.”
“I have no idea what you just said, but I’m still not getting in that chair.” Ethan swung his legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand, though his legs visibly wobbled. “I just need to get my bearings.”
Lucio was at his side in seconds. “From where, the floor?”
Ethan glared at him. “I just need one dang second.”
“To collapse?” Done with Ethan’s protests, Lucio slid one arm behind his elegido’s back and the other under his knees, lifting him effortlessly into his arms.
The sudden movement pulled a surprised yelp from Ethan.
“What’re you doing?” His mate squeaked, his arms automatically wrapping around Lucio’s neck.
“Compromising.” He adjusted his hold to keep Ethan’s weight balanced. “You’re about as steady as a newborn colt, osito.”
“I can walk,” his mate insisted while resting his head on Lucio’s shoulder.
“Sure you can.” He headed for the door, careful not to jostle his precious cargo. “And I can fly.”
“If anyone sees us, I’m telling them you’re kidnapping me,” Ethan murmured.
“Pretty sure that’s exactly what it looks like, guapo.” Lucio pushed opened the side exit door with his back.
Ethan closed his eyes and tilted his head toward the sun, inhaling deeply. “God, yes. I’ve missed this so much.”
Fuck me. Lucio was mesmerized by how the light played across Ethan’s face, highlighting the curve of his cheekbones and the sweep of his thick lashes resting against his skin.
Even bruised and battered, his elegido was beautiful.
“Why is your heart racing?” Ethan asked, his breath warm against Lucio’s neck.
“Because I’ve never seen anyone more breathtaking,” Lucio admitted.
With a frown, Ethan lifted his head and glanced around. “Who’re you looking at?”
“There’s only one person I see out here.” Lucio headed for his motorcycle since he didn’t see any benches.
“The little old lady getting out of her car?” Ethan’s frown deepened.
For a moment, Lucio thought his mate was serious, until he saw his lips quirking, like he was fighting hard not to laugh.
“Sí. She sets my loins on fire.”
