Page 247 of Eight of Swords, Part Two

Level.

Kade feels rather than sees Lachlan pull off and lick him clean. His warm, wet mouth presses a single, lingering kiss to the inside of Kade’s thigh, the burn scar he said was once a small rose.

Then he crawls up over Kade and bends to sweetly kiss him.

‘Pure heaven,’ he whispers.

Kade grins wide, embracing the man above for no reason other than to feel him, be close, chest to chest.

‘What a line.’

‘Mm.’

‘Can I… for you?’ Kade asks, coming over shy again, but that feels good too. He gets to be shy with Lachlan. He likes that he can choose to feel it all. His hand rests atop Lachlan’s navel, awaiting an answer.

‘You wanna feel me?’

‘I want to make you come.’

‘You missed it.’

‘What? No.’

‘Mm-hm.’

‘No fucking way.’

‘Yes fucking way.’

‘Prove it.’

‘Go on, then.’ That hot tongue makes a wet mess of Kade’s throat, but leaves no marks behind, nothing resembling an injury. ‘Feel for yourself.’

Impatiently disbelieving and more than a little thrilled, Kade slips his hand down beneath the waist of his own cargos currently on Lachlan Tanner’s body and finds, to his outrageous delight, a sticky, lukewarm mess that coats his fingers.

‘Gross,’ he praises, utterly obsessed. ‘Oh, you’re so weak for me, Bodyguard, aren’t you? Came untouched just from sucking my dick.’

Lachlan’s gorgeous laugh is a velvety rumble from a throat Kade now knows intimately. ‘Weak for you, baby? Is that what I am?’

‘Only for me.’

He strokes Kade’s hair, staring down. ‘Only you.’

‘This is the second time today you’ve come in your pants.’

‘Yeah.’

‘At least I touched you last time.’

‘Mortifying.’

‘You don’t look mortified.’

‘How do I look?’

In love.

So fucking in love.