“You.I want you. I want you to take my mind off of it all.”
“Ican do that,” Beau whispered, leaning in. “But I’m not going to be rough withyou. Not this time.”
Ethanwasn’t sure he liked the sound of that. Rough, no-holds-barred sex was theeasiest way to wipe away all of the memories. If Beau was gentle and tender,the way they had been the first time, Ethan wasn’t sure he’d be able to keephimself distanced from him the way he needed.
“Sotake it or leave it, E. You’ve got me. As long as you want me. But tonight Iwant to take my time with you.”
Withouttalking, mainly because he didn’t know what the fuck to even say, Ethan grabbedBeau’s hand and led him to the stairs. It was his silent acceptance. Hecouldn’t bring himself to say the words out loud, but he knew Beau understood.
Oncethey made their way up the stairs, Ethan’s nerves kicked in full throttle, buthe didn’t falter as he led the way. He was pulled up short on his way to thebed, and he turned to face Beau, confused.
“Notyet. Shower first.”
“Ialready took a shower,” Ethan argued, although he wasn’t against the idea ofshowering with Beau. Maybe the heat of the water would loosen the rest of thestrain in his muscles.
“Don’targue with me, Walker,” Beau quipped with a sexy grin.
Ethanread the desire in Beau’s eyes and his pulse sped up, but this time it wasn’tfueled by anger. No, this was pure, unadulterated lust. And truthfully, Ethanwas more than happy to put himself in Beau’s capable hands so to speak.
Infact, he craved it.
WhenBeau moved, Ethan followed. Once they stepped into the master bathroom, Ethanmade a quick detour to the shower, flipping on the faucets, allowing the twoshowerheads on the wall and the rain showerhead to come on. He made sure thewater was hot, but not scalding, just enough to ensure the last of the tensioncould be eased from his body.
Thenagain, he knew there would be an entirely different sort of tension where Beauwas concerned.
Whenhe made his way out from behind the wall that concealed the shower, Ethan foundBeau leaning casually against the bathroom counter, his hands gripping theedge, one ankle crossed over the other.
Calm,cool. Or so Ethan thought.
Whentheir eyes met, Ethan saw the thunderheads brewing, something exquisite andexciting, and it had nothing to do with fights or fury. This was… It was morethan desire. More than need. He couldn’t even name it. But whatever it was, hefelt it too. And oddly enough, he wanted it.
Infact, he wanted Beau – every part the man had to offer.
Ignoringthe fact that he’d thrown caution to the wind, Ethan approached Beau slowly,not wanting to rush him, but not sure how much his control was worth at thispoint. He was having a difficult time focusing on what he was supposed to bedoing, instead thinking ahead to the moment when nothing would matter exceptfor the satisfaction of being in Beau’s arms.
“Youknow that you belong to me tonight, right?” Beau asked.
Awww,hell.Ethan’s dick heard the statement before his braineven processed the words.
“Mine,E. No one else is invited here tonight.”
Ethanunderstood what Beau was saying. This was about them, only them. Demons andmemories weren’t invited here. At least for now. “I get it.”
Beaugrinned, a sexy smirk that had fire erupting in Ethan’s groin. His cock waspaying close attention as well.
“Good.Then I want you naked.Now.” Beau insisted, that sexy authoritative cadencemaking Ethan’s head spin.
“Soundslike the best plan you’ve had all day.”
Beauwinked at him, another move that had Ethan’s entire body trembling withurgency.
ToEthan’s surprise, Beau didn’t move, just continued to brace himself against thecounter, his full attention focused on him. Slowly, while he watched everynuance of Beau’s expression, Ethan managed to pull his shirt off and thenunhook his belt buckle.
Beforehe could go further, Beau crooked his finger and said, “Come here.” Beaufollowed the gesture with a subtle nod of his head, and Ethan moved closer,stopping when they were just a breath apart.
Beauglanced away briefly, and Ethan found himself reaching up to touch his face.“Look at me.”
Beaumet his gaze again, his brown eyes darker than before. Was it lust that madethem turn molten? Or was it something else?
