His Hart's Command (Nothing Special 6)

“I’ve been ready, Len. Are you sure you’re ready too?” Hart breathed against Free’s lips. He wanted to take the bottom one between his teeth and suck on the fullness. His dick throbbed angrily.

Free tried to arch against him, but he held him down, already letting him know that he wasn’t in charge. Hart squeezed Free’s hip before he ran the flat of his hand up his hard chest to his throat. He paused there, letting it rest over his collar bone. Free’s nostrils flared and his cock nudged him. He does like it. His reaction said it all. Free loved his body, his strength. Free licked his lips and nodded slightly. Damn, he wanted to keep exploring Free’s trust, but he knew he needed to bring this down. God had given him ten minutes of privacy. Their time had to be up by now.

“Please.” Free’s voice was low and raspy as he arched his long throat.

Fuck, he’s begging. How was he possibly going to cool the heat burning between them enough to go back out there and return to his desk as if his world hadn’t just shifted? His mind was telling him to stop this behavior at work, yet his body was still pressing forward. He’d been dreaming of this day forever. He eased his hand up the rest of the way until his palm rested over Free’s throat, his fingers lying against his neck.

Free’s dark eyes fell closed as he craned his neck to give Hart more room—to show him how safe he felt with Hart's hands anywhere on him. Hart held their position, staring at the man who was vibrating from his touch.

“Please what?” Hart managed to grit out. His voice strained and rough. “What do you want me to do?”

“Anything. Just…touch me. Kiss me.” Free’s lips stayed parted as he panted shallow breaths over Hart’s face. His tan skin was flushed pink again, but this time there was an attractive glow to his tone that revealed he was no longer pissed off and angry. He was in a full-blown state of desire. And Hart had been the one to put him there, had completely transformed Free’s emotions.

“I won’t kiss you right now.” Hart said, teasing them both by brushing his lips and his scruff across Free’s mouth.

Free bucked his hips, frowning at being told no. He looked almost petulant. Hart was in deep trouble. He wanted to cave already, and give Free all that he asked. Not yet. He needed to rein in control. This was who he was. He didn’t only take charge in his department, but he needed to be in charge in every aspect of his life—including the bedroom. Hart thrust his pelvis against Free’s, earning him another salacious moan. He couldn’t believe how responsive he was to him. “You have to get back out there. And I have to go back upstairs.”

“No. Not yet. I just need a couple more minutes,” Free said, not hiding his need.

“Come to my house tonight,” Hart answered. He moved his hand around to the back of Free’s neck and released his wrists. He quickly wrapped them around Hart’s waist, holding him tight. Hart bowed his head slightly and let their foreheads rest together. It was intimate and calming. “We can order some dinner. Maybe talk some more. I really wanna get to know you, Len.”

Free sighed, “I like you calling me Len and not Free. I’m starting to hate the name Free and Freeman.”

Hart didn’t understand that. “It’s your name.”

“Lennox is my name. Freeman is not.” Free looked so serious Hart knew he wasn’t lying. He didn’t interrupt.

“That was all Tech’s doing. He saved my mom…and made me a Free. Man. Before he was arrested.”

Hart blinked. “Wow.”

“Calm down. I didn’t steal anyone else’s identity. But it was the only way to keep me well hidden.”

Hart didn’t like how that sounded, “Hidden?”

“I’ll tell you all about it at dinner. It’s nothing that will compromise your shield. I swear. I would never do that to any of y’all.” Free maintained eye contact, “So, ordering in tonight?”

“I can’t cook.” Hart let the subject of Free’s name drop for now. He brushed a wayward lock on top of Free’s head, then stared back into his eyes, “can you?”

“Not really.”

Hart laughed. “Like I said. We’ll order dinner. Talk a little.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Yeah. It does.” Their voices were low and they murmured their responses as if someone was close by eavesdropping. “So…it’s a date…right?”

“Sounds like one to me. It sure took you long enough.” Free snapped playfully.

Hart didn’t respond. Not with words. He smiled broadly and hugged Free again, already addicted to the feeling, “I have to go. But come by my office later, if you can sneak away for lunch. Unless something comes up, I’ll be back from drills around one.”