Page 66 of Broken Ice
Emilio smacked his hand away, snorting. “Ironic, coming from you.”
“Oh, don’t be cute. People with curls don’t look like that in the morning. We’ve all accepted it.”
Emilio got his nose by Beau’s cheek, snuffling there. “I don’t know. I like the whole ‘electrocuted bird’s nest’ look.”
Beau made a valiant attempt not to laugh. “Fuck you. Get off me, you smelly Alpha lug.”
“No.” Emilio squashed him into the mattress, nibbling his shoulder. Beau yelped and squirmed, elbowing Emilio in the gut and cackling at his ‘oof’ of pain.
They ended up panting and giggling, the sheets kicked off the bed.
“Okay, enough,” Emilio said, mock-serious, eyebrows exaggeratedly slanted. “We gotta get to breakfast and on the plane.”
“You’re literallyonme, you freak,” Beau pointed out. “Urgh, now we have to use that scent-neutralising crap again. Dries my skin out like crazy.”
Emilio tensed, getting off him. Beau followed him up, peering around to see where his clothes had landed.
“Do you need some?” Beau offered. “I’ve got a bottle in my bag.”
“No, I have some. Just in case you…you know.”
“Come to your room in the middle of the night and fall on your dick?”
Emilio loosened up from the stiff posture he’d been locked in. “I was expecting a little moreheatinvolved, but sure.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining last night,” Beau retorted.
“And I’m not complaining this morning, either.”
Beau grinned. “Good.”
He found his clothes scattered across the room and put them on while Emilio sat on the bed and watched him.
“Okay,” Beau said after he finished. “See you at breakfast.”
“Sure,” Emilio replied.
They stared at each other. This was probably a good time to say something like, ‘What the hell was that last night?’, or ‘Is this really just sex?’, or ‘Blink twice if you want to keep me forever.’
Beau wasn’t ready to be that explicit, but—
“This is good, right?”
Emilio regarded him carefully, a slight frown on his face—not of disapproval, but of confusion.
“This,” he gestured between them, indicating not just the heats, but everything else that was blooming between them.
Emilio’s lips quirked into a smile. “Come here.”
Beau approached slowly, smiling as Emilio’s hands grasped his hips.
“Yougood?” Emilio asked.
“Yeah,” Beau replied softly. “I’m very good.”
“Then, yes. We’re good.”
Beau’s stomach fizzed up to his chest. He leaned in, stealing a quick, chaste kiss. He teased his way out of Emilio’s hold, heart glowing inside him.
