Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“If I’m willing?” Solomon’s breath came out with a shudder of relief. “If?”
He shook his head, his lips brushing against Hugo’s with the action. “Spira, spera, Hugo. Why do you think I put that on my heart?”
He’d gotten that tattoo after Hugo had turned him away at the hospital. When it seemed like they didn’t have a chance in hell of getting together.
While I breathe, I hope.
He was waiting for a kiss. Dying for it, when he heard the click and felt the cool curve of steel close around first one wrist, and then the other. Solomon looked down at the handcuffs in confusion. “Hugo? What’s this?”
Hugo smiled, dimples making deep, sexy grooves in his unforgettable face.
“Round three.”
Chapter Thirteen
Hugo loved him.
It was almost too much to take in. He was here. He was in love with him.
He was leading him up the stairs in handcuffs.
Fuck me.
He hoped like hell that was where this was going.
Hugo stopped on Solomon’s side of the bed, turning to study his prize. “That shirt’s going to be a problem.”
He would laugh if he had any breath available. “You didn’t have to cuff me to get me up here, Hugo. I have no plans to resist.”
“Don’t make me embarrass myself by telling you how often I’ve imagined a handcuff and frisk scenario with you at my mercy, unable to move as I fucked you into the wall.”
Jesus. His arousal spiked and he licked his lips. “Oh, that old chestnut.”
Hugo’s lips quirked. “You didn’t know? Anyone who sees the long stride of our sweet-assed police chief wants to throw you against the nearest hard surface and do a thorough search. That hair is only going to make it worse. A sexy blond with a badge is one hell of a combination. And don’t offer to cut it. That rule is never going away.”
He ran a hand through Solomon’s hair, tugging his head back to press his lips against his throat. “I thought I’d go crazy, missing this. The way you respond to me. The way you tremble when I touch you. How hard I can make you come.”
He’d missed it too. So much his dick was in danger from the zipper on his jeans. “Take my pants off.” Please.
Hugo bit into his earlobe and smiled when he shivered. “Are you hurting, baby?”
“Yes.”
“As a medical professional, I can’t ignore a patient in need.”
“Good work ethic,” Solomon managed to gasp out before Hugo dragged his thermal up and over his head, the material bunching behind his neck and making him feel more constricted. Bound.
“Very nice.” He placed his hot hands on Solomon’s chest and pushed, sending him falling backward onto the bed. “I want your hands over your head, gripping that headboard for me.”
The wicked command in his velvet voice had him scooting back, adjusting himself the way Hugo wanted. “What now, Nurse Wayne?”
“Well, Chief Finn.” Hugo tugged off Solomon’s sneakers and socks. “Now I take off those tight, restrictive jeans and get to work making you feel good. With no one from either side of our family around to interrupt us all day long, I can take all the time I need.”
“Was that your brilliant strategy?”
“Not mine. But it’s definitely a perk.”
He leaned over to undo Solomon’s jeans, unzipping them carefully before tugging them down his legs, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. Hugo stood at the end of the bed watching him, his gaze hot enough to set him on fire.
Hugo cupped himself over his jeans. “Fuck, Younger. You look like an X-rated Calvin Klein ad. I should take a picture for nights when you’re not around.”
Solomon glanced down at the stiff erection stretching the waistband of his briefs, the head visible against his stomach. “You don’t need a picture to get you off. I’m right here.”
Dying for you to touch me.
Hugo pulled his sweater over his head, then his undershirt. His smooth, dark skin made Solomon’s mouth water. When he’d kicked off his jeans, his own briefs still covering his cock, he nearly growled. He didn’t want anything obstructing his view of paradise. Not after being without him for so long.
“Don’t be impatient,” Hugo instructed as he knelt on the bed and crawled over his body like a hungry predator. “We don’t need to rush anymore. Let me love you.”
Their cocks brushed and they moaned at the contact, Solomon lifting his hips off the bed, needing more.
“So greedy,” Hugo whispered, moving his hips to the side and sliding his hand over Solomon’s chest and abs instead. “You don’t know what it does to me, knowing that you’re finally mine.”
Always. He couldn’t remember what it was like not to love Hugo. Not to search for him every time he entered the room. To dream about him. Want him.
“Don’t let go,” he warned. With his kiss, any rational thought he had left disappeared.