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Emmett sighed. “I can see what’s going through your head.”
“Because you’re such a smart-arse.”
When Phoenix tried to step away, Emmett pulled him back and wrapped his arms around him.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Emmett’s back was to the counter and he tugged Phoenix in tight.
“No.”
“Kiss me,” Emmett said.
Phoenix clenched his jaw.
“Do I need to add please?” Emmett smiled.
“This is hopeless.” Phoenix groaned. “I can’t stop him. You’re not safe.”
“All I want is a kiss. For the time being anyway.”
“You can’t trust me. I can’t trust myself.”
“I know and you’re an arsehole, but I still want a kiss.”
“Emmett!”
Emmett just stood there, holding him tight, staring into his eyes.
“What if he’s there, lurking, waiting to kill you again?”
“What if he’s not?”
Phoenix tipped back his head and groaned. “But heisthere. You have no lives left.”
Emmett raised one eyebrow. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you my idea.”
“Is it a good one?”
“All my ideas are good.”
“This one’s not.”
“You are such a dickhead.” Emmett leaned in and licked Phoenix’s mouth, kept licking it, landing tiny kisses, then little nips. Phoenix’s breathing turned heavy but he didn’t kiss him back.
“Stop thinking and kiss me. If I have any reason to be concerned, I’ll knee you in the balls. Really hard. Then you won’t be able to think about anything for a while.”
Phoenix released a ragged laugh and kissed him. Emmett instantly melted, like snow falling onto water. Emmett felt himself flow into him, lose part of himself. He was desperate with longing that he could find some way to save Phoenix. Trusting had to be part of it, believing in each other was part of it too.
Phoenix pulled back from the kiss, his breathing shaky.
“Nix!” Emmett whispered.
“You’re using my name.”
“Phoenix for when you’re an arsehole. Nix when you’re not. I think you know which I use the most.”
Phoenix smiled and moved in to explore Emmett’s mouth with slow, sensual sweeps. Low groans and stuttered moans filled the room. Their tongues tangled, kisses shifting from slow and soft to fast and hard until they were necking with the energy of teenagers, but the skill of adults, finding every way their mouths could fit together. With their fingers threaded, they kissed and kissed and kissed.
