Devour (Unbreakable Bonds 4)

“I’m trying to get you alone and all you can think about is food. I’m losing my appeal already, eh?” Noah rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

“Babe, you’re never gonna lose that.” He opened the refrigerator, took the whipped cream, and knocked the door closed with his hip. He laughed as Noah’s eyebrows went up.

“Whipped cream and cowboy caviar? Really?” He grimaced and tucked his hair behind his ear. “Have you been huffing something weird?”

Rowe shook the canister and winked. “You’re dessert. Go get the truck warm.”

Noah all but ran to the garage.

Ignoring Rowe, who still stood in the kitchen, Hollis just walked to Ian and picked him up. He slung him over his shoulder, chuckling at Ian’s sharp yelp of surprise.

“We’ll be back later to help figure out what to do with all this food,” Rowe said as he backed out of the kitchen. “Not that either of you is paying any kind of attention to me,” he muttered as he left. “Oh boy.”

Ian wiggled and slapped Hollis’s ass.

“Be good,” Hollis growled as he strode to the bathroom. He stood Ian back on his feet and reached in to turn the shower on.

“Does my sweat offend you too?” Ian pushed a hank of wet hair off his forehead.

Instead of answering, he unbuttoned Ian’s shirt, licked across his chest, and latched onto one of Ian’s nipples.

“Guess not,” Ian said on a gasp as he clutched the back of Hollis’s head.

Hollis sucked harder, then bit down until Ian let out the sexiest damn noise. “Nothing about you offends me.” He let go, backed up, and tugged his sweater over his head. “Maybe I’m the one who needs a shower.”

Ian made an appreciative noise as his hands came up to press on Hollis’s chest. “Smell good to me,” he murmured, stroking his hands over his pecs. He slowly moved down and Hollis sucked in a breath as he slipped his fingers behind the snap of Hollis’s jeans.

He brushed the sweaty hair back from Ian’s face, held his jaw and gave him a long, wet, deep kiss that had Ian wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. When he finally pulled back, the dazed look in those gorgeous brown eyes went straight to his groin. He unsnapped his jeans.

The move seemed to spur Ian on. The rest of their clothes came off fast, each helping the other. Steam filled the bathroom as Hollis picked him up again. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he whispered directly into his ear as he stepped into the shower. Ian gasped, clung to him and didn’t let go, groaning as the water hit his back. He wrapped his arms tighter around Hollis’s neck and leaned his head back so the water wet his hair and face.

“You are so goddamn gorgeous, you steal my breath away,” Hollis said, bending to lick the water from Ian’s neck. “I’m glad the other two left because we are gonna make some noise.”###

Ian was so ready to make some noise. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash his sweat and worry away. Hollis was built like a tank, his strong arms holding Ian effortlessly against him. It was so damn hot, he felt dizzy from the rush of blood through his veins. This was what Ian had craved for so long. Being with someone like this—someone who could manhandle him but still make him feel safe. And what he felt when Hollis touched him was unlike anything he’d felt before. It was like he freed a part of Ian he’d never known existed, freed this man who reveled in his senses, who felt every touch deep in his soul.

Hollis opened his mouth over Ian’s neck and sucked, sending shivers down his spine. Sensations bombarded him—the heat of the cop’s hard muscled body between his legs, his breath against Ian’s skin, the faint prickles from his growing chest hairs. One big hand held him by the ass, the other pressed tight to his back. Hollis kissed up his neck, to his jaw, then to his mouth. He slanted his lips over Ian’s and Ian couldn’t help but open for him.

Holy hell, Hollis had a fantastic mouth.

Need swamped Ian as he pulled back to gasp in air. “I can’t believe you can hold me up like this.”

“Love holding you like this.” He kissed Ian’s collarbone, breathing hard. “Just don’t wiggle too much. Works better on a dry floor.”

Ian patted him to get him to put him down and the chuckle that rumbled up Hollis’s chest vibrated against Ian’s.

“I also love when you do that.”

“Do what?” Ian asked, his brain scrambling as Hollis’s hard cock rubbed against his stomach. He had to take several deep breaths as he worked to be steady back on his feet.

“Give direction with pats. I’ve never known anyone to do that. It’s bossy and sweet.” Hollis cupped his face, tilting it up so he could claim his mouth in another mind-melting kiss. Their tongues slid together and Ian wrapped his hands around Hollis’s forearms, loving the wet hair under his fingers, the strong beat of a pulse under his thumbs. He slanted his head and opened his mouth wider. Hollis let go of his face and neck to run his hands over Ian’s shoulders.