“You can. And you will.” Evander’s tone brooked no argument. “You’ve been wanting to read Homer in Greek for months. Now you’ll have something to occupy yourself with on the train rides.”
Viggo could think of a dozen other delicious ways they could occupy themselves on the train rides but decided not to voice that thought. He set the book down carefully and pulled Evander into his arms. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Evander’s voice was muffled against Viggo’s shoulder. “I’m going to miss this,” he confessed softly.
“Miss what?”
“This. Us. Being able to just be together without worrying about who’s watching.” Evander pulled back enough to meet Viggo’s eyes. “This trip is going to feel like an eternity.”
Viggo arched an eyebrow. “Then we’d better make tonight count.”
Evander’s eyes darkened. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
A delighted gasp left Evander as Viggo flipped him onto his back on the sofa and crowded him with his body. Evander’s pupils dilated with want as Viggo nipped at his lips with his teeth.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day. About what I want to do to you.”
“Have you?” Evander’s voice had gone low and rough. “Tell me.”
Instead of answering, Viggo kissed him.
It was hungry and hot from the start, the tension of the day heightening their desire for one another. Viggo’s hands found Evander’s waist and pulled him flush against his body as hedeepened the kiss. Evander responded with a soft sound that went straight to Viggo’s cock, fingers threading through his hair and a leg wrapping wantonly around his hip.
“Bedroom,” Evander gasped when they broke apart. “Now.”
CHAPTER 8
They barely madeit up the stairs.
Viggo kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and immediately began working on Evander’s buttons. The mage batted his hands away with a breathless laugh.
“Patience.”
“I’ve been patient all day,” Viggo growled, his erection straining painfully against the confines of his trousers.
“Then a few more minutes won’t kill you.” Evander’s eyes glittered with devilment as he slowly, deliberately, undid his own shirt. “Besides, I have plans for you.”
Viggo’s ears perked up. “Plans?”
“Mmm.” Evander let the shirt fall to the floor and started on his trousers. “I’ve been thinking too, you see. About what I want to do to you tonight.”
Viggo’s mouth went dry as Evander stripped completely, revealing the lean, muscled body that Viggo had mapped with his hands and mouth more times than he could count and yet still couldn’t get enough of. His gaze dropped to Evander’s swollen cock. He started to reach for him.
Evander caught his wrists. “No touching. Not yet.”
Passion painted red flags across the mage’s cheekbones.
“Evander—” Viggo protested feverishly.
“Trust me.”
And Viggo did. Gods help him, he did.
He let Evander undress him with agonising slowness, every brush of the mage’s fingers against his skin sending sparks of pleasure through his nerves endings. Evander guided him backwards to the bed when he was finally naked.
“Lie down.”
