Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
With an angry huff, Isidore lay with his head on Kairo’s chest. “That’s nonsense. You’ve got to do the things that make you happy. Besides, if you didn’t become a mercenary, who would have saved me and Athena? What about all those other people you and your friends have saved? Nope. This was the best course for your life.”
“Got to do the things that make you happy, huh?” he repeated with a devilish smirk. “What if that includes kissing you?”
Isidore’s head instantly popped up. Those perfect plush lips were parted in surprise as he stared at Kairo. “Then…then that’s a good thing,” he replied, his voice low and husky.
They moved at the same time, their mouths colliding in a crushed moan of pleasure. Kairo allowed Isidore to push him down on the pillow while their tongues slid against each other. He thought he’d imagined the heat and delicious desire that overwhelmed him in the first kiss. It couldn’t have been as good as his memory had claimed.
It wasn’t.
Kissing Isidore was better than any kiss he’d previously had in his life. The man tasted of heaven and longing. That long body writhed against him so that he could feel powerful thigh muscles, strong hands, flat stomach, and a bulge that was growing larger with every lick and nip. Isidore was desire come to life in all its raw, hungry beauty.
Isidore’s fingers twisted in his shirt and grazed the bare skin of his back. The man in his arms whimpered and instantly retreated as if he were unsure Kairo would welcome a more intimate touch. Kairo had fucking news for him—he wanted both of them naked so he could kiss all of his beautiful body.
He didn’t mind leading the way. Kairo shoved his hand up and under Isidore’s shirt, splaying his fingers wide across his spine while holding him tightly. The cold sweat was gone and now only scorching heat rose from his flesh as if he were a living flame.
Some words came out in a blur of Greek before he located the English button in his brain. “Maybe it was a bad idea to start this,” Isidore said roughly as he dove in for another draining kiss. He captured Kairo’s mouth as if he were afraid he’d disappear in the next second.
“Why’s that?” Kairo asked when he could catch a breath of air.
“I don’t think anyone is going to stop us this time.”
Kairo grinned, his lips still touching Isidore’s. “Do you want to stop? We can. This goes only as far as you want it to.”
A low, soft hum rumbled up Isidore’s throat. The tip of Isidore’s tongue sneaked out to lathe the ball of his piercing just below his bottom lip. He then sucked Kairo’s bottom lip into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth, then releasing it. “When you say things like that, I never want to stop. It’s just…I’m not the casual-sex kind of guy. I’m not good at fooling around and walking away.”
He kissed the tip of Isidore’s nose. He couldn’t help himself. This was exactly what he’d expected him to say. Nothing about Isidore screamed wild and reckless. He was considerate, conscientious, thoughtful, and so very protective. The fact that Isidore had kissed him in the first place likely meant that Kairo had secured a good hold on his heart.
There was no way in hell he was taking this lightly. Nothing could make him hurt Isidore. No, he wanted to make this man feel very good in a lot of fun and interesting ways.
“I know, Isidore. That doesn’t change anything for me. If you want to take this slowly, see if we can even figure out what dating might look like, we can. We’ll stop right here. No pressure.”
“You’d be willing to go on a date?” Isidore gasped, sounding as if Kairo had just offered to fly up to the moon for him.
Kairo turned his face a little to lick and nip at the corner of Isidore’s mouth. “Not a date. Many dates. I think we will need many, many dates to figure this out.”
“Yes. Many dates,” Isidore whispered in a rush. He chased after Kairo’s mouth until he could plunge his tongue inside again.
They kissed hungrily, while Isidore’s hips thrust forward. Their hard dicks brushed through their shorts, and Isidore moaned beautifully. Kairo’s eyes rolled back into his head as intense pleasure rippled through him. The sexy, horny man in his arms was making it so hard to be fucking responsible.
How were they supposed to get to sleep now?
Oh, his dick had a few suggestions that were guaranteed to knock them both out later.
Isidore rubbed his cock against Kairo’s while roughly whispering his name in his ear.
Kairo pulled back enough to stare into Isidore’s eyes as he slid a hand between them, rubbing the tips of his fingers along the ridge of Isidore’s impossibly hard cock. The perfect member twitched at the touch, and Isidore’s breath caught in his throat.