Page 37 of Breathe
Real smelled amazing and always did.
The warrior wore a gray dress shirt and blue jeans. It was quite the combination, but sexy as all hell to Azrael. He wanted to undo the buttons on Real’s shirt one by one and stroke his hands over the man’s tight muscles.
Real rarely dressed up in a shirt like this, and Azrael liked to think that the man had done it for him.
Forgetting everything for the moment, he lifted slightly and nuzzled his mouth into Real’s neck.
“Room service.” A knock sounded on the door, and Azrael jumped, but tightened his hold on Real.
“Don’t answer it!” Azrael hissed and tongued Real’s neck.
“You’re messing with fire,” Real muttered, the tone was low, guttural, and sounded pained.
“You think?” Azrael laughed huskily and kissed his lips up beneath Real’s jaw, forcing the man’s head back.
Real finally wrapped his arms around him and cinched him tight. After a second, Real’s big hands swooped down and cupped his ass through the tight black pants he wore.
All on board, Azrael shifted so he could wrap his legs around Real’s waist, planting his crotch as close as possible, and he gyrated.
Real grunted beneath his assault, and clenched his ass. Azrael suspected there would be bruises there tomorrow, but so the hell what.
He hung on by wrapping his arms around Real’s thickly corded neck.
Surprise drew a squeak from his throat when Real suddenly stood. The man lifted him as if he weighed nothing.
Azrael fully expected to be tossed on the bed and discarded like last time and he braced himself.
Real did neither. He didn’t toss him nor reject him.
Azrael found his back to the wall with Real crowding in close.
The power of Real’s arms and hold stole Azrael’s breath. When Real dipped his head down, the man’s muttered words rasped against his skin.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
But Real’s hands were gripping his ass over and over. His grip was possessive and so damned sexy.
“We don’t have to go fast,” Azrael breathed, gyrating his aching cock against Real’s hard abs.
Real’s head snapped up, his gray-blue eyes glittered, intense.
“Nothing about this is going to be slow.” Real’s words came out rough and gritty and sent goosebumps slithering over his skin.
“You’re right,” Azrael said. He slid his hands over Real’s shoulders and up to cup the back of the man’s neck. He sank his fingers into the hair there and tugged, attempting to pull Real’s head down.
Real resisted for a fraction of a second and then the damn broke. His head swooped, and his mouth slammed against his lips.
Azrael moaned and opened his mouth, tasting blood. He gave Real every part of himself in that kiss. All of his wants, desires, and yes…love.
If Real wanted to call this off, he had better do it now, or there would be no going back for Azrael. Real didn’t break it off, in fact, he pressed him harder into the wall and ground his cock against him.
Azrael felt the hardness of the thick shaft behind Real’s blue jeans and he wanted to feel it, touch it, and taste it.
Azrael nipped at Real’s mouth, making the man’s lips swollen. Real made a growling sound, much like a panther, and returned the favor until they were both breathless.
The hunger in the kiss grew explosive. He had always known that when he and Real finally came together, they would burn down the world.
Real owned his lips, his mouth, his body, and a soft moan came from deep in his throat. Azrael sank his fingers into the hair at the top of Real’s head and swirled his tongue against Real’s until he was forced to draw back for air. Burying his face in Real’s neck, he struggled to breathe, chest heaving.
