“You guys can stay the night. We have room,” Jace offered.
“No. We need to go. I just need to talk to him first,” Kreed said. He stepped back this time, and Aaron felt an instant loss as the deputy marshal released him. Then Kreed made everything right by taking his hand and threading their fingers together.
“My office is to the right when you walk in the front door. Come on. I’ll show you.” Jace led the way while Kreed pulled him along. That was fine by him, because he would gladly follow Deputy US Marshal Kreed Sinacola anywhere he wanted. Every bit of desire and craving he’d tried to deny over the last week of living with this man, had hit him like a freight train with that game-changing kiss. He hadn’t been prepared for the emotional assault that accompanied just a few swipes of Kreed Sinacola’s tongue.
Jace turned on the light and moved aside. Kreed tugged Aaron inside, shut the door, and had him pinned against the wall in less than a second. This time he was ready, opening for Kreed before their mouths even collided. This kiss conveyed every bit of yearning he’d felt since the second he’d spotted Kreed across the airport’s baggage claim.
He laved Kreed’s mouth, melting against him while his hands roamed freely over every single inch of that irresistible body. Aaron dropped his hands lower, cupping Kreed’s ass before moving around to grip that hard cock confined in those tight-fitting jeans. Kreed’s chest rumbled on a low growl as he urgently responded by grinding against Aaron’s palm. Tearing free of Kreed’s insistent mouth, Aaron’s breaths came in small bursts as he spoke. “Let’s go back to our place.”
Kreed had him panting, his heart hammered in his chest. Aaron wanted this. He wanted Kreed. Fuck the consequences. The guy had him so primed, and Kreed’s hands never stopped exploring his body. Those fingers toyed with one nipple ring then ghosted firmly over his dick, giving him a small glimpse of how spectacular this night was truly going to be.
Oh yeah, happy fucking New Year!
“Why did I ever say no in the first place? We should’ve been doing this from the beginning.” Aaron made a fist and stroked the length of Kreed’s hard cock.
“Aaron, I want you. Lord help me, but I do. We need to wait.” Kreed’s breath puffed against his ear as he spoke, then he nipped at his lobe. God, it was such a turn-on to be so wanted.
“It’s fine. I can wait. We don’t have to stay here tonight. It’s only like a thirty minute drive.” Aaron moved his face back up to kiss Kreed again. This kiss was swift and hot, something to tide him over for the drive home. “It’s been a while for me.”
Aaron worried his lip, and Kreed gave him a tender smile as he leaned down and kissed Aaron until the lip he’d bit was now in Kreed’s mouth. There was no doubt in his mind Kreed would be an attentive lover.
“God, I’m sorry, Aaron.” Kreed lifted both his hands to Aaron’s cheeks, caging him right there as he continued to speak, his voice low and gravelly. “It’s gonna be a little longer. I can’t… We can’t…until this is done. We’ll close this case as quickly as we can, then I’ll take you somewhere—just the two of us. I’m gonna take my time with you, smart boy. Explore every last inch of your body until you squirm and beg, then I’m gonna do it again and again.” Kreed leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Aaron’s mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Aaron’s knees grew weak; he wanted that too. But more than that, he wanted to feel Kreed inside him, thrusting with all that caged strength.
“So I’m your type after all then?” Kreed’s voice was low and mesmerizing; the smirk lifting the corner of his mouth, sexy as hell.
“Yes.” Aaron nodded as Kreed pressed against him again. Aaron could feel Kreed’s hardness pushing against his own, and damn, it felt so good all he could do was pant and say, “So my type.”
“I’d hoped so,” Kreed replied, rubbing his nose along Aaron’s cheek. “You smell incredible, and I fucking want you so damn bad. Have for a while now. But we really have to wait.”
“I want you, too.” Aaron kissed Kreed again, taking his mouth with such force that he hoped Kreed wouldn’t be able to mistake his intentions, confirming that, absolutely, Kreed was his type and Aaron wanted everything the man had to offer.
Kreed held him tightly, their bodies rocking together, kissing him back with as much passion. Their tongues tangled, dancing in unison. Kreed sighed into his mouth and lightened the kiss incrementally. He slowly regained his senses. He tore his mouth free when his brain finally caught up with Kreed’s words—words that didn’t match the need coursing through every part of his body. “I’m not sure I understand. Are you saying we aren’t going home to have sex tonight?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. I can’t have sex with you. I’m afraid it’ll fuck things up. We can’t take that chance right now. When this case is over, you can have me any way you want me. I want exactly what you want. I promise,” Kreed said, leaning in to inhale his scent.
“Wait. What? You were the one that fucking kissed me,” Aaron said a little desperately. Hell, he didn’t care who did what at this point as long as Kreed made him come. “You got me all worked up.” Lifting his hands, he pushed at Kreed’s chest, but the guy didn’t budge. “Let me get this straight. You wanna fuck me. I want you to fuck me. And your response to that is to put on the brakes?”
“Nothing’s changed. I want you so fucking bad, Aaron, but we can’t. It doesn’t work. I’ve seen it over and over. We have too much riding on this case. It’ll put everyone in greater danger, and there’s already too much of that.” Aaron started to move away from this crazy man who’d turned him on, more so than he’d ever been in his life, then ripped it all away, but Kreed caged him in against the wall. “Please, don’t be mad.”