Figuring they could catch up over dinner, Elijah didn’t bother making small talk. He went into the closet, which he shared with Logan, stripped off his suit before walking back toward the bedroom to grab a pair of shorts from the dresser. He stopped short when he saw Logan standing in the doorway, blocking his exit from the bathroom.
The look in Logan’s eyes had adrenaline flooding his bloodstream. It was his fight-or-flight instinct kicking in, he realized. When was the last time someone had looked at him like that? With so much aggression and … was it hunger that darkened the man’s hazel eyes?
Keep it casual.“What’s up?”
He took a step forward, intending to squeeze by Logan to avoid the impending storm he could feel churning. He didn’t make it that far when Logan grabbed his arm. His grip was light at first but firmed as he turned Elijah so that they were face-to-face. With the doorjamb at his back, Elijah stared into his eyes, feeling the tension coming off him in waves.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this.” Logan’s voice was deep and dark. “But I lied.”
“Wouldn’t do—?”
He didn’t get the words out because Logan slammed his mouth over his, pinning Elijah between his hard body and the wood at his back. Instinct kicked in, driven by a violent hunger that had been building for too long. He didn’t submit to the tongue thrusting into his mouth, but he didn’t break the kiss. He latched on to Logan’s hair, gripping hard as he pushed him back, refusing to let the man dominate him.
He’d never felt anything even remotely as intense as this. The way Logan kissed him … it was as though the choke chain on his control had snapped, and the vicious beast had been set free.
Despite his efforts to shove him back, Logan didn’t budge, their tongues thrashing as they consumed one another. He wasn’t sure what had brought this on, but he wanted more of it. More of this man unleashed, unbridled. The passion was savage, battering him from all angles. And it did what the liquor hadn’t, relieving the stresses of work and resetting his focus.
“If this isn’t what you want, you better tell me now,” Logan said, a guttural growl emerging from his throat.
He didn’t have to ask what Logan was referring to because he could feel it. The man radiated with need, his desire intoxicating, making Elijah’s body tighten with anticipation.
“Tell me,” Logan groaned, still holding his arm as he backed him toward the bed.
Even if he’d had traction, he was no match for Logan in this state. “Tell you what?”
“That you want me”—Logan nipped his lower lip—“to fuck you.”
A rough groan rumbled in his chest, and while it was a definite answer, he didn’t think it was what Logan wanted. For whatever reason, the man seemed to want his verbal surrender.
Elijah’s words came out gravel rough when he said, “I already told you, I’m yours when you want me.”
“Say. It.”
Elijah frowned, confused by Logan’s intensity. “Say what? That I want you to fuck me?”
Logan’s eyes narrowed.
“Yeah,” he said, holding Logan’s stare and surrendering. “I want you to fuck me, Logan.”
Before he could take his next breath, Elijah was flat on his back on the bed. Logan didn’t waste a second jerking his T-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Elijah watched, his body hard, his cock throbbing. To prove he was on board with this plan, he stripped his underwear off, kicked it away before moving back on the bed, his gaze never leaving Logan. He watched as the rest of Logan’s clothes disappeared before the man reached into the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant.
Yep. They were doing this.
Logan tossed the bottle beside Elijah, then crawled over him on the bed. Their mouths crashed together once more, teeth clattering as the hunger intensified. Elijah banded his arms around Logan, jerking him so he could feel hot flesh against hot flesh. His lungs worked overtime to keep up with the adrenaline surge that had him groaning.
The kiss seemed to go on forever until that single second when time stood still, and Logan pulled back, kneeling between his legs. Elijah watched, reaching down and stroking his erection as Logan flipped open the cap on the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount in his hand. Their eyes met as Logan slicked his cock. Elijah was shocked by what he saw in his gaze. Sure, there was lust and hunger, but there was something else. Desperation, maybe? Whatever it was, it lit Logan’s eyes like a flame, his expression reflecting everything he was feeling.
Logan reached between them, his fingers sliding over Elijah’s balls as he went lower, grazing his taint.
He was stunned silent, frozen by the pleasure that simple touch elicited. He knew what was coming, even had the common sense to fear the pain that would likely accompany having a cock shoved in his ass, but that didn’t diminish his need. He wanted Logan to fuck him. He wanted to feel him inside him, to be as close to this man as two human beings could possibly be.
Elijah moaned when he felt the tip of one slick finger rim his hole. In that moment, it was all too real. He had wondered how he would react if ever put in this position—vulnerable and open for Logan—but Elijah had never expected this violent, mind-blowing need that would overwhelm him.
Logan’s gaze never strayed from his face as he pushed one finger inside. Elijah’s head fell back to the bed, his legs widening as he accepted that thick finger deep inside him. When Logan pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, Elijah was numbed by a haze of lust so powerful that it ripped a ragged groan from his chest. It felt so fucking good he could hear himself begging for more.
Logan gave him more, sliding two fingers in, fucking him slow and deep, stretching him. Elijah pulled his knees to his chest, watched as Logan’s gaze dropped to where his fingers were thrusting inside him. His cock throbbed in time to his heartbeat, blood roared in his ears as heat churned in his bloodstream. He was going to come from this alone. He reached for his cock, gripped it tightly at the base to ensure that didn’t happen. When he did, he saw the muscles in Logan’s chest and arms flex as though it was taking every ounce of control he possessed not to pounce on him.
