Page 38 of The Devil Himself
“I’ve been waiting a damn long while,” Rys said. “You and your bloody arm.”
“It’s hardly my fault one of your brothers shot me,” Luc retorted, taunting Rys a little, pushing him.
Rys’s expression hardened. “You could have been killed. I could have— If I find out it was one of my brothers, I’ll killhim.”
“Not for me, you won’t.” No, Rys would not do violence to his family on Luc’s behalf. Not even those he didn’t purport to care about.
Rys advanced on him. “Not wanting to see me carted off to gaol?”
“No. I want you right here.” He raised his hand to touch Rys’s cheek. He stroked the sharp blade of Rys’s cheekbone, trying to calm him. He had pressed too hard with his teasing.
Those gray eyes went smoky. “I want you.” Rys grabbed his wrist, then turned it to kiss the point of his pulse.
“I want you too.” He breathed in deep, noting that Rys watched his chest rise and fall.
“Take these off.” Rys plucked with his free hand at Luc’s smalls. “I want to see all of you finally.”
They had lain in bed together, but never fully naked. Rys had touched him many places with both hands and mouth, but this was going to be different, and Luc knew it.
He shed his smalls, then climbed up on the bed, sitting back against Rys’s pillows.
“God.” Rys’s stare burned into him. “You are unreal in your beauty, Luc. Like an angel.” Rys laughed. “A fine contrast to the devil himself.”
“Stop staring and come here,” Luc demanded.
A smile curved that sensual mouth, and Rys stepped up to the bed, climbing in alongside him, then kneeling beside his hip. One hand came to rest on his belly, Rys’s palm warm and firm, his fingers callused.
His muscles quivered, and his cock stood to attention. All he could think about were the few times they had been together, when Rys had taken him in hand.
Or in his mouth.
His breath caught in his chest.
“I can see you thinking hard, sweet. What do you want most?”
“I have no idea.” Luc gave Rys a wry smile. “Everything I have done with a man I have done with you. I did my duty with my wife, but we did not really enjoy it.”
Rys studied him a moment. “I am sorry for that, Luc. But I am glad I get to be the one to show you so many things.” Rys slid his hand lower, stopping right at the base of Luc’s cock.
Luc licked his lips, staring down at Rys’s hand. He twitched, his ass clenching so his hips rose, trying to get that hand where he wanted it. He needed more pressure. More of everything.
Rys’s smile went even more wicked, and he circled Luc’s cock with his fingers, pumping it strongly.
Rys was so damn beautiful, with his silvery-gray eyes which had a darker ring around the outside, and the long lashes any lady would envy. The lines beside his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his lips were made for sin…
Also, he was dangerous. Not just as the owner of a gaming hell, but to Luc’s composure. To his safe, controlled life.
His head fell back, and he moaned, his hips rocking so his cock threaded through Rys’s hand. He wanted that strong grip as much as he wanted those beautiful lips to close around the tip and suck.
“That’s it, love. Just like that.”
He arched again, searching for more of the sensation, and trying not to read anything into Rys calling him “love”. Such words happened during encounters like these.
They never meant more than that.
“Luc. I want you to touch me too.”
“Of course. Anything.” He reached up to touch Rys’s chest. It rose and fell with Rys’s breath, and the skin was so warm. Like a roaring fire on a cold day, he couldn’t get enough.
