Mano’s eyes widened.
“Come on,” Ody added with a teasing smile. “Don’t be shy.”
Slowly, Mano turned his back to him. Ody’s gaze dropped straight to his ass. His breath caught. “Holy shit…”
Mano turned back, startled. “What—”
He never finished the sentence. Ody lunged forward and grabbed him, both hands landing on his ass.
“What are you doing?” Mano stared at him, shock and embarrassment flashing across his face.
Ody’s eyes darkened as they roamed over him. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Mano’s heart slammed against his ribs.
But he wasn’t sure he wanted Ody to stop.
Chapter 45
Ody shoved Mano against the wall and buried his face in his neck. Mano gasped. “Ah... d-don’t suck!” He tried to push him away, but Ody only tightened his grip, kissing harder at his skin.
Mano finally managed to shove him back, forcing Ody to meet his eyes. “I told you not to suck! If you give me a hickey, I swear…” he warned, wide-eyed.
“Okay... sorry.” Ody exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself. His hands moved to the top buttons of Mano’s shirt.
“What are you doing?” Mano asked, flustered, his back still pressed against the wall.
Ody undid the first button. Then the second. Then the third. Mano stayed perfectly still.
His muscular chest was now exposed, rising and falling quickly. Ody’s gaze dropped to the tattoo of Roman numerals above his left pec. He leaned closer. Mano let out a short breath as Ody’s skin brushed against his.
A soft kiss landed just above the tattoo. Mano’s eyelids fluttered. Ody lifted his eyes to meet his, then leaned in again, this time toward his lips. Slowly, he pressed their mouths together in a tender kiss, guiding him away from the wall toward the bed without ever pulling away. He pushed Mano gently onto the mattress and climbed over him.
Mano broke the kiss. “If Ranya comes back…”
“She won’t,” Ody murmured against his lips, kissing him again.
“B-But if she walks in and sees us…”
“Do you know how long they’ll be at the spa? We have plenty of time.” Ody met his eyes, sensing the hesitation. “Don’t worry. They’ll be gone for over two hours.” He brushed his fingers against Mano’s cheek before leaning down to kiss him again.
“Y-yeah, but what if—”
“No more what ifs.” He silenced him with another kiss.
This time, Mano pushed him back. “It’s too risky. If they see us—”
“My patience is running thin, big guy,” Ody growled. He grabbed both of Mano’s wrists and pinned them to the mattress.
The kiss turned rougher, more desperate. Their tongues tangled as the heat between them intensified. Ody finished unbuttoning the rest of Mano’s white shirt. When the last button came undone, he shoved the fabric aside, exposing the full width of Mano’s defined torso.
Ody exhaled slowly, his eyes roaming over him. His fingers traced the lines of muscle while Mano panted beneath him. Then Ody grabbed his arm and pulled him into him, lifting his back off the mattress. Their faces hovered inches apart. Mano’s expression softened, a shy look slipping through.
Ody slid a hand to the back of his neck, burying his fingers in his black hair. He gripped tightly and tugged his head back, exposing the length of his throat.
His tongue dragged slowly over Mano’s Adam’s apple. His eyes fluttered shut as a breathless pant escaped him, a shiver racing down his spine.
Then Ody’s tongue brushed his earlobe.
