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I slid in beside him, inhaling his aroma. Home. Not that this building was my home or his. But my heart was where Rhodes was.
“Hey.”
He was awake and yet he hadn’t flinched or reached for the gun I’d given him. He was too trusting, but that was one of the things I loved about him.
“Did you know it was me?”
“Of course. I’m not in the habit of allowing strange men into an apartment. Besides, I’ve seen those security guys you hired. I doubt anyone intent on no good would get past them.” Getting used to them was going to be impossible.
“How do you know I’m not up to no good?”
He giggled and pulled the covers up, encouraging me to snuggle closer. “Are you?”
“I’ll never tell.” I flung an arm over him, and we spooned while I shoved my face in his hair.
I must have fallen asleep because I woke with a start. There was something hard pressed against my length, and it belonged to my mate who was grinding himself against me.
“Time to be bad,” he whispered.
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RHODES
I woke to the warmth of Maynard curled around me, his strong arms pulling me close against his broad chest. My cock hardened as I breathed in his musky scent. He stirred, pushing into me, and I couldn’t help but grind against him.
“Time to be bad.” I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. I wasn’t this forward, ever. But there was something about being so close to him, to feeling his warmth, smelling the scent that was 100% him, coming down from the intensity of all that had happened since we first reconnected—I needed to act on my feelings. If he rejected me, so be it. But I refused to not let him see what I was feeling.
“Mmm,” Maynard rumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. His hands slid lower, caressing my hips.
I took in the sight of his sexy features—his sleepy eyes, stubbled jaw, hair tousled and pressed against the pillow. My heart fluttered.
“You fell asleep,” I whispered, reaching up to trail my fingers along his cheek.
“I guess so.” Maynard’s gaze locked with mine, eyes darkening with lust. I held my breath as he leaned in, lips brushing mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened. I moaned softly, parting my lips, wanting to taste him.
My hands roamed over his back and shoulders, slipping under his shirt to caress warm skin. I ached to feel him, all of him, with no stupid fabric between us. Grinding my hips again, I deepened the kiss to the point I got completely lost in the taste and feel of my alpha, the one I let get away once long ago and refused to lose again.
He growled low in his throat, sending shivers down my spine. “Gods, Rhodes, I want you.” His hands moved to my hips, squeezing possessively before his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Not as much as I want you.” It was impossible for him to.
I whimpered, arching into the touch as his fingers grazed my sensitive skin. “Please.” I wasn’t above begging.
Maynard’s answering chuckle was full of lust. “My pleasure, Rhodes. My pleasure.”
He removed our shirts and pants, with no fanfare. There was time for slow reveals and sexy later. This was about raw need, need that couldn’t wait. He left us both naked, hard, and ready. His eyes raked over me, the hunger on his face mirroring my own.
“You’re so hot, Rhodes,” he breathed, leaning in to trail kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking along my pulse point.
I gasped, clutching the sheets as desire flooded me, slickness starting to pool. “Maynard,” I moaned, writhing under his skilled touch.
Gods, I missed this. No, not this. We’d never had this, this intensity. We’d been nothing more than kids fumbling our way through our teen hormones. This? This was so much more.
He continued his downward exploration, his hot mouth and talented tongue mapping every inch of my chest, teasing my nipples until they were hard and aching. I cried out as he circled one sensitive point with his tongue, drawing it into his mouth and nearly came as he scraped my nipple with his teeth. The man had a magical mouth.
But I was greedy. I wanted more and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. For all I knew, this would be the end of our time together. He’d need to go back to his life, and me to mine. I was going to make the most of every second of our joining. I threaded my fingers through his hair, urging him lower. He chuckled against my skin but didn’t deny me, his tongue teasing my navel before moving closer to where I wanted it most.
His warm, wet mouth closed around my hard length, and I arched my hips. He was as hungry and eager as I was. I loved every second of it. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock, lapping at the precum before taking me in to the hilt, all the way to the base.