Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Long or short, it would have been fun.
Unable to help himself, Soren reached out and carefully moved a stray lock of blond hair where it rested on Angel’s forehead, threatening to fall into his eyes.
Unfortunately, that small touch woke him. Eyes so dark they were nearly black popped open and fixed on him with a look of near panic, as if he’d forgotten where he was and who he was with. Soren froze other than to place a warm, relaxed smile on his lips.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
In the next heartbeat, the panic was replaced with recognition while a familiar cockiness settled over his face. It was like watching a mask fall into place, and it squeezed Soren’s heart.
“Just resting my eyes,” Angel murmured as he rolled toward him. He nuzzled the side of his neck, willingly cuddling him.
Soren mentally rolled his eyes at himself. Sucker. He was a fucking sucker as he wrapped one arm around Angel and hugged him even closer. Lowering his head, he took a deep breath, smelling the same cologne that had haunted him the night before along with the intoxicating addition of sweat and sex.
“But I do need to go.” Angel turned his face and licked across the pulse point right behind Soren’s ear. “Some of us aren’t on vacation and need to get work done tomorrow.”
“Sounds like your boss is a bastard. He should be more understanding about a young man’s sexual needs.”
Angel huffed a laugh, sending a gust of warm air across his damp skin. “If only. Do you mind if I clean up quickly?”
“Nope.”
Catching Soren’s earlobe with his teeth one final time, Angel slid out from under him and shimmied across the bed. Soren couldn’t help but watch as he crossed the room and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He’d lost his goddamn mind. He was already thinking about how he might “accidentally” run into Angel again tomorrow. Oh, no. That could not happen. Absolutely not. Tomorrow he needed to get out of Paris and away from temptation before he did something really stupid.
Well, more stupid than he’d already done.
With a wince and a grunt, Soren pushed out of the bed. He needed to clean up as well, and if he remained lying where he was, sleep would claim him. At the very least, he could pick up Angel’s clothes from where they’d been flung about. Entering his hotel room tonight had been much like the previous night—clothes thrown everywhere, pinned against the wall as they tried to devour each other. At least the second round had gone a bit slower, allowing them a chance to explore and savor.
He found Angel’s shirt in the hallway while his pants and shoes were in a lump near the foot of the bed. Shaking the dark-maroon shirt out as if it would remove the wrinkles, he tossed it across the bed. He grabbed the pants, a smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth when he noted that there was no underwear to be found. Angel had gone to dinner commando. He snorted to himself. It was probably better that he hadn’t known that when they sat to eat, or he would have been ushering them out of the restaurant much sooner.
A heavy thump drew his gaze to the floor. Something had fallen out of Angel’s pocket.
His heart skipped to see a gun lying there on the ugly hotel carpet. Angel had brought a gun to dinner. Angel had met him with a gun on him.
What. The. Fuck.
What was this kid into that he felt the need to carry a gun on him?
His fingers slightly trembled as he bent to pick it up. His line of work could be incredibly dangerous, but he didn’t normally carry a gun with him. A few knives and maybe, if he was feeling squirrely, a smoke canister, but not a gun.
He stood there staring at the damn thing, not know what to do next. Should he place it back in the pocket of Angel’s pants and pretend he didn’t find it? Did he confront Angel about it?
No. That was stupid. It meant he’d be asking questions that he really shouldn’t be asking, and he definitely didn’t want the answers to.
“This is why repeats are a bad idea.” Angel’s surprisingly cold voice startled Soren. His head snapped up and his fingers instantly tightened around the gun.
Angel was leaning against the open doorway to the bathroom, still naked, but there was now a knife in his hands. He was casually turning it over and over, the black matte blade seeming to soak up the light falling over his shoulder from the bathroom. He looked frighteningly at ease with the knife in his hand. Where the fuck had he gotten a knife when he entered the bathroom naked?