Page 5 of Havoc
“Sure,”he responded. “Surprise me.”
As Remy made them drinks, Lawrence walked over to the mantle above the fireplace and looked at the different things he had sitting there. There were a few small abstract pieces, and they were done beautifully.
Lawrence glanced to his left towards the front door, and a painting he hadn't seen when he walked in drew his attention. He smiled because he knew that art style signature in the corner. Going over, he confirmed that Alijah had indeed painted it.
“It's beautiful, right?”Remy questioned, and Lawrence turned to find him watching him from the bar.
Nodding, Lawrence walked over while Remy grabbed a bottle; of what, Lawrence couldn't tell. “It is. It was past time for her to show her talents to the world.”Lawrence took the glass that Remy held out to him.
He took a sip from it before turning to a mirror to the bar's right and approached it, taking in the detailing in the frame. It was an antique and probably expensive. He felt it should have stuck out where it was, but it didn't. It blended well like everything else.
Reaching up, he gently ran his fingers along the detailing. He'd always liked decorative pieces and antiques and attributed that to his mother.
“You have good taste,”Lawrence said before taking another drink from the glass.
Remy stepped up behind him, and Lawrence looked at him through the mirror. “I'd like to think so.”Lawrence watched the other man give him a once-over before taking a drink from his glass. “I have another one just like it in my bedroom. Would you like to see it?”
Lawrence smiled at him through the mirror. “Subtle.”
Remy placed his chest to Lawrence's back. “And it's the only time I will be tonight,”he spoke next to his ear.
Those dark brown eyes locked with Lawrence's in the mirror as Remy slowly licked his ear lobe. Lawrence swallowed before taking another drink.
Remy took a step back, taking Lawrence's free hand, and led the way to the bedroom. He didn't take in anything they passed as they went. Instead, focusing on the man in front of him.
When they entered Remy's large bedroom, it was decorated just as nicely as the other parts of the house. Lawrence followed him in and over to the mirror. He took the glass from Lawrence's hand and placed it on the dresser.
This mirror was larger than the one in the living room but still had the same detailing. Lawrence could see most of his body in it as Remy stepped up behind him again. This time, the other man's hands took the suit jacket Lawrence was wearing and pulled it down his arms.
It was tossed into a chair nearby, and Remy's hands returned to him. Lawrence watched through the mirror as Remy loosened his tie, pulled it off, and tossed it with his jacket.
His hands went to the top button on Lawrence's shirt, their eyes holding each other's in the mirror. The buttons were slowly undone, andthe shirt was pulled out of Lawrence's pants. Remy's gaze never left his, and the intensity behind his eyes had Lawrence's breath hitching.
When all the buttons were undone and the shirt hung open, Remy's hand went to the waistband of Lawrence's pants. His hand slightly grazed over the skin as it trailed up Lawrence's abdomen.
He pulled the shirt from Lawrence's shoulder, and it disappeared out of his line of sight with everything else. Hands returned to Lawrence's belt, which was removed and tossed aside in seconds.
Remy's hand cupped Lawrence through his slacks and gripped him. Lawrence found himself moaning. He was already hard, a product of the other man licking his earlobe and the slow undressing that he was now putting him through only served to add to that.
It was not what Lawrence had expected. He'd half expected a frenzy of clothes flying off as soon as they entered. He'd thought they'd get right to business because he'd been promised a wildnight. However, Lawrence knew that wild didn't always mean fast. This build-up would add to the anticipation.
Remy released him to continue his slow undressing, hands skimming over bare skin as he pushed Lawrence's slacks down his thighs.
“Shoes.”Was all the other man needed to say for Lawrence to step out of them along with his pants.
Remy moved them to the side and pulled Lawrence's socks off. When the other man stood back up, his eyes took Lawrence in through the mirror. Lingering on his dick, that was hard and at attention.
Remy turned him to face him, tipping his chin up. Lawrence was not short by any means, standing at six feet, but the other man had at least five inches on him. Leaning in, Remy's lips stopped a hair’s breadth away.
“Undress me,”he commanded, his lips ghosting against Lawrence's as he spoke.
Lawrence watched Remy take a step back and knew that he would enjoy undressing him just as much as he'd just enjoyed being undressed by him.
Remy watched as Lawrence's eyes scanned over him. Those hazel irises were filled with desire, and Remy was sure his eyes mirrored the sentiment, had darkened with the lust that was overtaking his body.
“Shoes first,”Lawrence told him, and Remy did as he requested, stepping out of his shoes and sliding them aside with his foot.
Lawrence unbuttoned his suit jacket and pushed it from Remy's shoulders. Once it was off, he tossed it into the chair Remy had previously tossed Lawrence's clothes on.
