Hans gave a small, almost sheepish smile. “I missed you.”
Adrik didn’t even try to hide his own smile. It spread across his face before he could stop it. “Get in here.”
Hans stepped inside, dropping the suitcase by the door. Adrik removed the magazine from the gun and stuffed both inside the pocket of his jacket hanging on the hook. Before Hans could remove his jacket, Adrik reached for him, hands sliding to his waist, pulling him close. Hans came willingly, his hands finding Adrik’s shoulders.
They kissed—warm, certain, like they’d both been waiting for this moment all night. Hans’ breath mingled with his, soft and steady. Something loosened inside him, something he hadn’t realized was wound so tight.
When they finally pulled back, Hans rested his forehead against Adrik’s. “What’s with the weapon?”
“Protection.”
“This isn’t New York City.”
“New York City?”
“Your accent makes me think that’s where you’re from.”
Adrik took Hans’ hand and squeezed it. “Sorry.”
“Don’t answer the door like that again.” Hans’ voice was hard and cold.
Adrik nodded, but he wasn’t sure that was possible.
“I wanted to be with you.” Hans softened his tone.
Adrik closed his eyes for a moment, letting the words settle deep. “Glad you’re here.”
Hans smiled. “Me too.”
Adrik held him close, the cottage no longer feeling empty. He helped Hans remove his jacket and hung it for him.
“Follow me,” Adrik said, picked up the suitcase as he took Hans’ hand, then led him to his bedroom.
“Are you going to make good on the wristband?”
Once they were in the bedroom, Adrik raised his arms high.
“I’m all yours!”
Chapter Nine
Hans
When Adrik dramatically announcedhe was all his, a wave of intense pleasure rushed through Hans, especially between his legs.
“You’re going to let me top you?” Hans’ voice was a little rougher than he intended.
“Anything you want.” Adrik placed his open hand over his heart. “I promise.”
Hans chuckled. “You’re fucking with me, right?”
Hans didn’t bother waiting for an answer. He grabbed the hem of his own T-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it toward the nearest chair. As he did, he kept his eyes on Adrik—who was watching him just as intently. A beat later, Adrik lifted his shirt too, dragging it off and letting it fall to the floor while their gazes stayed locked. Hans didn’t care who fucked whom as long as they were fucking.
The sight of Adrik standing in just his jeans made Hans’ cock twitch, and every other thought in his head go quiet.
“No! I’d never fuck with you, Professor.” Adrik’s lips curled, not in mockery but in recognition, like he’d just spotted something he meant to claim. His gaze burned low and steady, the kind of heat that made Hans’ breath catch before he could stop it.
“That’s what I thought,” Hans said.
