Miki felt the skim of lips over his jaw and then Kane’s soft breath on his lobe. The Irish-tinted words Kane murmured into his ear were promises, wicked things he wanted to do with Miki until they both were covered in sweat and too tired to move. Kane’s teeth nipped at the tender skin beneath Miki’s ear, sending shivers down Miki’s spine.
He kept his eyes closed, letting Kane’s hands roam over his arms, then up over his shoulders. Tilting his head up, Miki gave the man his throat, and he moaned helplessly, driven to distraction when Kane’s teeth raked over his neck, then down over the jut of his collarbone. Suddenly, his T-shirt felt too hot, too constricting, and Miki writhed under the fabric, needing to tear it loose from his body. Kane nibbled on his throat again, drawing Miki’s shirt up until the fabric pooled near his armpits. His fingers found Miki’s nipples, and he pulled at them until they ruched under his touch.
“Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours, Miki love,” Kane whispered, lightly pulling on Miki’s lip with a gentle bite. “Let me see that gold you hide behind those pretty lashes.”
“God, that’s… cheesy,” Miki accused, but he opened his eyes and found himself staring up into Kane’s handsome face. “Hey, where’s Dude?”
“Really? That’s what’s crossed your mind when I’m doing this?” Kane laughed at Miki’s snort. “I gave him a bone with lots of meat on it. Thought it would be a good idea to keep him busy.”
The late afternoon sun crept past the openings between the heavy draperies slung across the room’s windows. A sliver of buttery light fell on Kane’s face and bare chest, throwing long shadows behind the ridges of his muscles and bones. Kane watched Miki study him, his cop’s eyes taking in everything around him.
A tiny shift of the bridge and a thin white crease marred the strong line of his nose, and from the speck of scarring on his upper lip, it looked like he’d taken a fist to his mouth. Miki leaned forward and blew a puff of air into Kane’s face, rolling onto his back when the man jerked up and flailed a hand at him.
“Brat.” Kane snorted, trying to clear the tickle from his nose. Glaring at Miki, he grumbled, “A kiss would have been nicer.”
“This was funnier,” Miki laughed. It was odd having a warm body near him, a sensual length of skin and muscle wrapped around his stomach and lying along the curve of his back.
It felt good.
It felt weird. Weird but good, especially since that body was Kane’s.
Miki stretched out, tensing his leg in case his knee rebelled. It ran a little hot, spiking flares up and down his calf, but when he twisted his ankle, his knee didn’t do much more than mutter a mild complaint.
His cock, however, had plenty of suggestions for what to do with the man lying beside him.
“Your knee up for this?” Kane’s breath whispered over Miki’s face, and he inhaled, pulling the man’s scent into his chest. “Are you up for this?”
“No, no. I’m good.” Miki shifted on the mattress, sliding his free leg up between Kane’s thighs. “It doesn’t hurt. Okay, it doesn’t hurt more than it usually does. I’m okay.”
“Yeah?” Kane’s mouth turned wicked. “’Cause I can think of a lot of things to do with you like this.”
Their kiss was hard, packed with a sweetness Kane could taste down his spine. Kane cupped Miki’s face, stroking at the man’s cheekbone briefly, then sliding his thumb into the crease of Miki’s lips. Gently urging with a press of his hand, Kane plundered Miki’s mouth, driving his tongue deep into the man’s hot moistness. Moaning, Miki arched, working his hips up until he fit into the curve of Kane’s belly. Twisting the rest of the way, he partially lay on his side, sliding his left leg carefully between Kane’s thighs.
Kane’s cock thickened when Miki’s cotton-covered thigh brushed against it. Even through the layers of clothing, Miki’s heat engorged Kane’s shaft, and the cop moved into the touch, ignoring everything beyond stoking the fire raging between them.
He bit Miki’s lower lip, a light brush of his teeth on the plumpness he’d wanted to gorge on for the past couple of weeks. The moans coming from Miki’s mouth made Kane’s cock harden, and he mindlessly ground his hips against Miki’s thigh. Grasping Miki’s wrist, he guided the man’s hand down until Kane could feel the press of Miki’s fingers against the denim barrier between them.
“God, I want in you so bad,” Kane murmured into the recesses of Miki’s mouth.
Teasingly, the man’s tongue darted out and played along the width of Kane’s chin, scraping the flat over the stubble growing on Kane’s jaw. Growling, Kane bent his head and nipped at the tender skin on Miki’s neck until the man arched his spine and threw his head back, exposing his long throat to Kane’s teeth.
It was an invitation Kane could not ignore.
There were so many things Miki wanted to say… to scrape loose from his brain and rip his heart free. Kane’s murmuring kisses felt so damned good… a deep good that touched places inside of him he’d always thought would remain dark. He couldn’t trust that feeling. It was too frightening… too new… too sweet of a taste for his soul to handle.