Page 85 of His Surrender
“We’ve reached our floor,” Remi said, drawing my attention. He stared at me with a tilted head and a curious set to his brow.
“Oh. Right.” I cleared my throat and stepped off the elevator.
His steps sounded behind me in the hall, stopping when I did. I unlocked the door and opened it for him. Once it closed behind us and we were standing in the dark, the clamminess from my palms spread up my arms and swirled in my chest. He went over and turned on the lamp before standing beside the tall window and gazing out. The courtyard was below us, lit and decorated.
I tried to step toward him, but my feet were like lead. He slightly turned, giving me a view of his profile. Damn if he wasn’t the most beautiful thing I ever saw, yet I couldn’t touch him. My body wouldn’t move.
“You seem nervous,” Remi said.
“I am.”
“Why?” He turned the rest of the way, and I saw his shock. He must not have expected me to admit it. “I’m not a stranger, Jay.”
Finally, my feet moved, taking me closer to him. “That’s why I’m nervous. Because you’re not some stranger I plan to fuck and never see again. You’re not a casual hookup I can bang and walk out on. I wouldn’t have gotten on a plane and come after you if you were.” I lifted a trembling hand and took hold of his jaw. “You’re different. When I’m with you, I want you to see the real me. Not the illusion.”
Remi placed his hand over mine and briefly closed his eyes before opening them again. His eyes reminded me of a clear blue sky. I felt warm, but not on fire—no longer the burning man. “I like the you in front of me right now.”
“Even if I’m stubborn, arrogant, and a bit closed off?”
He wound his arms around me and ghosted his lips over mine. “Yes.”
That one word made me release the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
“Potseluj menya,” I whispered.
Kiss me.
Remi closed the gap between our mouths. As our lips met, I cupped the back of his head and guided him toward the bed. His hands skimmed up and down my sides before lifting my shirt up, our mouths only separating long enough for him to tug it over my head, and then we were back together, lips joined and bodies pressing close together.
His hat was knocked into the floor when I deepened the kiss, and he laughed against my mouth. That laugh transitioned to a soft moan as I moved my face to his neck, kissing the spot that drove him wild. I loosened his bow tie and shoved his suspenders to the side before unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’ve never enjoyed undressing someone this much,” I said, pushing him onto the bed. He bounced as he hit the mattress and tilted his head as he smiled up at me. “You’re like that present I eyed under the Christmas tree when I was seven. I couldn’t wait to rip off the paper.”
“What was it?” he asked, lifting his ass up as I worked the button and zipper on his pants and pulled them down his hips.
“A train set.”
Remi snatched my hand and kissed my palm before gently pulling me on top of him. “Do you like trains, Mr. Foley?”
“I do.” I ran my nose along his jaw. “I used to sit in my mom’s laundry basket with a bowl on my head and pretend to be a conductor. Every time someone walked by, I’d gotoot toot.”
Remi threw his head back with a laugh. “How did you go from wanting to be a train conductor to a lawyer?”
I kissed his chest as I undid my belt and pushed my pants down. “Certain stages of my life made me want different things. I also wanted to be a firefighter, then a Marine like my dad. Then I settled on a detective because I loved solving things. But while in college, I took an Intro to Law class for my CJ degree and kind of fell in love with it.”
“What is this stage of your life telling you about us?” Remi smoothed his hands over my biceps appreciatively.
“That I’m finally on the right path,” I answered.
“Me too.”
I’d come prepared and had packed lube and condoms in my suitcase. Wishful thinking that had paid off. I left Remi to retrieve them before returning to the bed and settling between his legs. His hard cock rested between us, and I traveled down his body until I reached it.
“You’re too good at this,” Remi said, tangling his fingers in my hair as I circled my tongue over the head of his cock. He was weighty in my hand but not too thick. Perfect.
“Buckle up, darlin’. I’m just getting started.”
“Pretty sure you said that before.” He smiled down at me, then sucked in a sharp breath when I took him deeper in my mouth. His fingers gripped my hair tighter.
