Page 18 of Breathe
“Check the surveillance,” Real said and disappeared up the stairs.
Azrael heard the knock on his door, but he was showering. He figured whoever it was would come back later.
They probably wanted to chew him a new one for slicing up their guard, but so what?
He washed his long hair and rinsed off before grabbing a towel to twist around the long black strands. He dried with another gray fluffy towel and dressed in a pair of black pants with a gray t-shirt.
Catching Real inside his room brought him to a standstill in the bathroom doorway. He wondered if he could make it to the window in time to disappear, but Real didn’t give him the chance.
The big soldier blocked the path and the light coming from the window. He would have to leap over the bed and somehow get past Real before he could throw open the damn thing and make his escape.
There wasn’t any way to get past Real.
“What do you want?” Azrael yanked the towel from his hair and rubbed it over the wet strands while he glared at Real.
“Just checking to make sure you’re okay.” Real’s eyes looked more gray than blue in this light.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Real shrugged and glanced away. “This is…your home.”
“This is not my home,” Azrael said, irritation from the guards lingering.
“It is for as long as you want it.” Real turned back to him.
Damn, the man looked so good. Real would forever be a sexy warrior in his mind.
The former SEAL wore a pair of tight blue jeans with a dark blue long-sleeved Henley and black chunky combat boots. His hair was cut short, almost a military style, but the top was longer and combed back from his forehead.
Of all the men Azrael had been around, Real was the most delicious.
With the man’s hard face and intense gray-blue gaze, Azrael could never really figure out what Real was thinking. The man didn’t give anything away.
Azrael suddenly wondered what Real would do if he did what he wanted to do.
That near kiss on the roof had settled into his core. It had taken over his brain, that was for sure. Otherwise, he would have never done what he did next.
But screw it!
Azrael jumped up onto the bed and launched at Real from there.
The big warrior was tall and big, and when Azrael hit him, Real only grunted beneath the impact.
Azrael’s plan worked, and he wrapped his arms around Real’s thick neck and his legs around the man’s waist.
Real’s big hands came up to cup and then clench his ass cheeks.
Azrael leaned in and kissed Real on the lips.
The man’s mouth stayed firm and unrelenting.
What the hell?
He drew back slightly. There had to be something behind Real’s glittering gaze, right?
Azrael searched Real’s eyes and face, but the only reaction he could see was a muscle ticking in the man’s tight jaw.
Was Real clenching his teeth?
