Theo knew me, understood me and wanted me in all the ways I needed, and nothing had ever felt more powerful than that acceptance, that feeling of belonging fully to another. I began to move inside of him as though we were one.
One mind. One body. One soul.
Every move I started, he ended. His hands in my hair, anchoring me to him in a way nothing else could, as I drove us both to the very heights of ecstasy, where we both lingered, never wanting the moment to end.
It wasn’t until he put his hand over my heart and said, “Il est à moi.Mine,” that we finally let go, understanding that this was something far beyond the coming together of two bodies.
It was the coming together of two men, two lives, two hearts.
Forever.
20
THEO
“IHAVE SEEN alotof men in alotof different tuxedos, but I have to say that you, Shepard Winchester, wear one better than anyone I have ever seen before.”
Shep smirked, fastening his cuff links as I moved in behind him, inspecting his tall frame in the full-length mirror. The classic black tux had been made for him—literally, was custom-made for him by a preeminent designer—and it molded to his fit body so perfectly he made my mouth water.
“You’ve got a bit of drool just there,” he said, pointing to the side of his mouth as he winked at me in the mirror.
“Have youseenyou? It’s a goddamn miracle I haven’t come in my fucking pants.”
“The night’s still young.”
“Don’t issue a challenge and think I won’t follow through with it,” I teased, nipping at the lobe of his ear. “I have no shame making a scene if that means I get you.”
His grin widened as he turned around and gripped the lapels of my jacket. “You already have me.”
“Not naked and begging for my cock tonight, I don’t.”
He brushed his mouth over mine, just lightly grazing but not yet wanting to pull back, and that was when I felt it—his tension rising.
“Stop worrying,” I murmured before capturing his lips again, distracting him with my tongue. For a long moment, he let me, kissing me back until we were both breathless.
Leave it to his driver buzzing the intercom to ruin a moment, and Shep pulled back reluctantly and sighed. He didn’t go anywhere yet, though, wrapping his arms around me tightly instead.
I tried to lighten the mood I could feel getting heavier. “You can’t admire my ass if you don’t let me go.”
“I’ll never let you go.”
I swallowed hard at the emotion in his tone, so much more behind it than a simple moment between us.
Shep was worried. He didn’t like the plan, and it was happening anyway, but he was overreacting. Everything was going to go accordingly, and we were going to catch this motherfucker, havefunwith him for a few hours.
And then we’d be right back here, basking in our shared relief and ripping each other’s custom tuxes off.
The intercom buzzed again, and when Shep didn’t let go, just as he said he wouldn’t, I reached behind me for his hands and linked our fingers.
“Hey? We’ve got this. That asshole has no idea what’s coming for him, and tonight it’s a whole lot of pain.”
Shep arched his brow dubiously, and I brought our joined hands up to my lips and kissed his knuckles.
“You really should be more excited. I might even let you help me play with him if you manage a smile tonight.”
His scowl somehow made him even more attractive, as fucked up as that was. “I want to torture him.”
“Play, torture—same thing, handsome.” I grinned and then the intercom buzzed yet again, and I tugged Shep toward the elevator.
