I stroked the back of his neck, holding him there, and he made a low sound that sent a pulse of heat spreading through me.
I felt iteverywhere.
“Bože,” he whispered.
I stilled. “You said that the first time I touched you.”
His eyes met mine, and he shivered. “Yes.”
“So what does it mean?”
He flushed. “Nothing bad. You said it yourself earlier.” When I frowned, he gnawed at his lip. “It translates asOh my God.”
I grinned. “Wow. I’m good.” I leaned in again, kissing him on the lips before moving to his neck, nuzzling him there, kissing the warm skin below his ear.
His breath caught again. “Kvrat.”
This time I didn’t stop, but moved a little higher, kissing his earlobe. “And what does that mean?”
He tilted his head to one side, allowing me more access, his eyes closed. “I said it once in my mother’s hearing when I was ten years old. She sent me to bed without any supper.” He gave a low moan when I sucked on the skin.
“Tell me,” I demanded, sucking a little harder.
“It is Velkaran for fuck, okay?” His eyes opened. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”
I let out a raw chuckle. “Not really.” His brow furrowed, and I kissed him on the mouth. “I just know what feels good. So I figure… if it works on me, it might work on you.”
Luka stared at me, his lips parted more fully this time, and when our mouths met again, my tongue met his. He made a helpless sound into the kiss and moved closer.
A few minutes ago, he’d been talking about risk and consequences and ten years of being careful.
Now he was kissing me like he’d forgotten all of it.
He pressed himself against me, close enough that I could feel his heart pounding. His fingers slid up my neck into my hair, tugging on it gently while I laid a trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbones.
I couldn’t get enough of his kisses, each one deeper than the one preceding it, our tongues tangling as we fed each other noise after soft noise. On instinct, I grabbed his hip, grinding against him—and froze.
Holy shit.
Luka was hard.
Then it hit me.
He wasn’t the only one.
Chapter Sixteen
Dean
I couldn’t help myself.
I rolled my hips and deliberately rocked against him, my hard shaft matching his.
“Kvrat.”
I nuzzled into his neck. “Do you do this a lot? Swear, I mean.” I managed to keep my tone teasing, and his low chuckle told me I’d hit the right note. Then I slid my hand under his sweater, encountering warm, bare skin, and Luka moaned into the kiss. Every noise he made went straight to my dick, a thing I hadn’t thought possible, but the evidence was tenting my jeans. I reached higher, and he gasped when my fingers brushed over his nipple.
In a heartbeat, he released me, grabbed hold of his sweater, and tugged it up and over his head before dropping it onto the floor.
