Page 4 of Charmed By You
“Well, well, if it isn’t the man of the hour.” He drawled playfully with a wag of his eyebrows.
Henry watched his every move and didn’t back away, “I could say the same for you.”
“Oh?”
He stopped just in front of the other man. Henry was slightly taller than him, which was saying something considering Elliot easily hit six feet. In this position, he had to look up at him and Elliot liked that, oh he liked that a lot. Liked that he could sense the tension radiating off the man who appeared outwardly calm but who buzzed as if a storm was raging inside of him. Liked the clean scent of soap and musk that came off of him, not bourbon or the starchy cologne he’d been hit with all night. Just man, raw, hot, hard, man.
“I’ve been trying to catch you all night but you seem to always slip right through my fingers.” Henry’s intense eyes traced over his face.
Elliot already knew that. He’d noticed the most important man in the room instantly, and he’d seen Henry notice him too. It was one of the reasons he’d escaped to the patio. All of the scorching looks Henry had been shooting at him had set his insides on fire. Had made him want and he’d learned a long time ago not to want things, especially when they were things he could never have. Yet Henry had followed him out here and he couldn’t help but tease him a little, just to try and find his footing with the man.
“Well, you caught me.” He looked up from beneath his lashes, “The question is, what’re you going to do with me now?”
“Not let you slip away again, that’s for sure.”
Elliot smirked, “Is that so? You planning to tie me up and throw me in your basement?”
“I was thinking I’d just tie you to my bed.” Henry surprised him with those words and from the twinkle in his eyes he knew it.
Elliot sucked in a quick gulp of breath but it didn’t help. Even the air he breathed smelled like Henry Lord and it was overwhelming. Everything about this man overwhelmed him. God, had he ever wanted someone like this? Had he ever had anyone look at him like that? Like he was the only thing they could see? He swallowed hard, trying to figure out what was happening.
Henry surprised him again when he reached out and brushed Elliot’s long hair back, cupping his jaw and stroking a thumb across his bottom lip, “What? No quick response? Cat got your tongue?”
He found his voice and met those intense blue eyes, “No, but you might, if you’re lucky.”
“God, you’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” Henry smirked, his eyes on his finger that kept stroking over Elliot’s bottom lip, a touch so intimate, so possessive, that he couldn’t explain why it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“You don’t have a clue what my mouth can do.”
“Show me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order. Elliot felt it in every nerve ending of his body but before he could decide whether he was ready to push that far or not with this stranger that was so far out of his league it was ridiculous, Henry made the decision for them.
His mouth crashed down on Elliot’s and they both groaned. Fire. Heat. It had sparked the moment their eyes met and now that they were touching it burned even brighter. Smooth, soft lips stroked over his own once, twice and on the third pass the sweet swipe of a tongue had him opening with a moan. The kiss turned from exploring to passionate, uncontrollable need in a split second.
Elliot wrapped his arms around the other man, not wanting him to pull away. He’d never been kissed like this. Not like this. Not as if the other man was trying to lay claim to him. But Henry didn’t try to move away. Instead he moved forward, backing Elliot up until they were against the wall of the building, shrouded in shadows, their bodies grinding together, searching for more contact as their mouths fused and their hands wandered. Elliot never wanted it to end but when he started feeling light-headed his brain forced him to pull away and gasp in much-needed air.
Henry groaned and dropped his forehead against Elliot’s shoulder, “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Elliot gasped, trying to catch his breath.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
Henry sighed as he pulled himself upright and met Elliot’s eyes, “I never do this but I want you. It’s crazy. It’s ludicrous and dangerous, at least for me, but I want you and I want to let myself have you, if you’ll have me.”
Elliot tried to rationalize all the reasons it was a bad idea. This man was going to use him and toss him out like garbage when he came to his senses. Henry was a rich politician, which meant he was probably also a damn good liar. Maybe he did this at every party. Found a man and took him to bed. He probably already had an NDA drawn up for Elliot to sign afterwards so he couldn’t tell a soul about the kinky shit Mr. Perfect was into. But even with all of those reasons and caution flags going up in his head, his heart thumped and he found himself nodding.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” Henry raised a dark eyebrow.
He wanted this man. Henry wanted him. What was the harm in one night of fun? At the very least it would be a nice memory and God knew Elliot needed more of those in his life.
“Okay.” He flicked his tongue stud nervously, “Let’s get out of here.”
Henry’s smile promised untold pleasure. Elliot followed him when he took his hand and started down the patio, away from the ballroom. He had no idea where they were going, or rather where they were sneaking off to, and yet, his heart raced and he knew, just knew, that it didn’t matter.
He’d follow this man anywhere.
