Page 7 of Little Bunny

What…what did… Elijah’s brain could not keep up after the bourbon and three Cosmopolitans. His eyelids lowered a few times, and he wasn’t sure if he was blinking or falling asleep on his feet. The corners of his mouth lifted in a lazy curl. “You’re right.” You do have to teach a newbie.

Did he say the last part out loud or just think it?

Heat flared in Matias’s eyes. His lips brushed Elijah’s ear, causing him to shiver. “Be very careful. You play with fire, humano.”

Didn’t he mean hermano? Elijah knew very little Spanish, but he recognized the word for brother. With the way he felt right now, he prayed Matias wasn’t looking at him in a brotherly way.

Elijah uncurled his fingers from the stick, wondering if he should step outside for some fresh, humid-soaked air. He was willing to bet it was a lot cooler out there than it was inside the pool room. Definitely cooler than the air stirring between him and Matias.

“No.” Matias crooked his finger. Elijah’s eyelids slid down then struggled to lift back up. “What?”

Oh god. Now Elijah was talking in slow motion. He just wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the way Matias was gazing at him. Before he knew what his body was doing, Elijah stepped into his space.

His dominant, heated, all-consuming space. Tilting his head back, Elijah stared into those mesmerizing light brown eyes. “Yes?” The word came out in a slow hiss.

A slow, sultry smile curved Matias’s kissable lips, his expression unreadable now. Or maybe it was, and Elijah just wasn’t sober enough to pretend otherwise.

“Let me teach you.” His voice was a low rumble, making Elijah wonder if they were still talking about a pool lesson or something else entirely.

Before he could react, Matias moved even closer, if that were possible. Elijah caught the faint scent of smoke and spice. Like sin made flesh. He inhaled deeply, drawing as much of the smell as he could into his lungs.

Warm hands skimmed down his arms, guiding them as Matias moved in behind Elijah, fitting their bodies together with an ease that left him lightheaded. Elijah stiffened, trying to make sense of what he was doing.

“Relax,” Matias murmured, his voice wrapping Elijah in a heat that was as dangerous as it was thrilling.

Matias’s hands swallowed Elijah’s, adjusting his grip on the pool cue before trailing lower. Elijah’s lips parted, his breath shallow as Matias urged his hips forward. He gasped then groaned when Matias’s knee slid between his legs, nudging them apart. We’re they about to play pool or fuck?

“You’re tense, conejito.” The words ghosted against Elijah’s ear, sending something electric toward his groin. “Bend over a little for me.”

Jesus. What was Matias doing to him? Of course he was tense. Matias was all up on him like Elijah was a meal. He didn’t know whether to run, moan, or yank his damn pants down, uncaring of the room full of people. All he cared about was the way Matias made him feel, like he was the sole focus of the man’s attention. Consumed by his presence. Overwhelmed by his touches.

Elijah was losing control of this situation, if he’d had any to begin with. His little show of defiance was now a distant memory, laughable in light of what Matias was doing to him.

The heat at Elijah’s back had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the way the guy moved, and Elijah willingly followed his lead.

His breath came out in short pants, fingers tightening on the cue stick as Matias leaned in, his lips so close Elijah could turn his head and their lips would meet.

Turn your head and let him rock your fucking world, idiot. Do it.

There was something almost sinful in the smoky rasp of his voice, each word dragging Elijah’s deeper into a storm of want and need. “Position is everything, Elijah.”

Holy. Shit. The way that deep timbre said his name…

Elijah was going to legit pass out, tempted to beg the guy to say it a few more dozen times. Matias made his name sound like the most seductive word on the planet.

Even tipsy, he knew for damn sure Matias was no longer talking about pool. Elijah looked over his shoulder, their faces inches apart. “You think so?” The side of Elijah’s mouth twisted into a teasing, flirty grin.

What the hell am I doing? Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sober Elijah was screaming for him to abort mission and run for his life. Matias was too much, too overwhelming, and way too dangerous.

Unfortunately, Drunk Elijah was at the helm, barreling full steam ahead toward disaster while laughing maniacally.

Drunk Elijah was urging him to flirt, to take Percy’s advice and live a little. To completely throw sanity out the window and let this sensual beast have him.

A low growl rumbled in Matias’s throat. He nipped playfully, teasing Elijah’s earlobe between his teeth. “Si estuvieras sobrio, te devoraría, dulce conejito.” If you were sober, I’d eat you up, sweet bunny.

“I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded insanely sexy.” Elijah grinned. Matias chuckled softly. The deep rumble caused Elijah’s wires to short-circuit. Mr. Seductive knew exactly what he was doing. Elijah was sure of it.

Matias didn’t just flirt. He made an entire, heart-pounding experience out of it. Elijah had never felt so… devoured.

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