Page 46 of Close Quarter
"You spilled drinks on me," Silas said. He slid his hands around and worked the button and fly of the jeans open. The room smelled of sea grass. He wanted more of Rhys's skin against his own. "You weren't even looking where you were going. That's not finding."
"Doesn't matter," Rhys said. He slid his mouth down Silas's neck, nipped at his shoulder.
"You left. Didn't even give me a second glance. I came after you. Chose you."
Pricks of heat blazed along Silas's spine, and he arched underneath Rhys, momentarily losing focus. In the time it took him to recover, Rhys had undone the tie to his robe and pushed it open. He sucked on Silas's right nipple.
That set his whole body aflame. No breath left to cry out, he bucked Rhys off him.
Rhys laughed and pressed a hand against Silas's stomach, achingly close to Silas's erection.
"And you complained about me being sensitive?"
It took him a moment to catch his breath. He propped himself up on an elbow. "That wasn't a complaint, merely an observation." He had-- somehow--lost the upper hand in this conversation, and he was damn well going to get it back. He tugged at Rhys's shirt. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"Isthata complaint?"
"Yes."
Rhys sat up, stripped his shirt off. He peeled the jeans off his body. No underwear.
Glorious. Silas had seen Rhys naked, had healed him. That had been clinical, necessary. The sight of Rhys's body aroused was magnificent, all his muscles taut, his breath rippling his stomach, his cock thick and flush.
Silas shrugged out of the arms of his robe and tossed it off the bed. "Much better."
Rhys crawled over and straddled Silas, his balls rubbing against Silas's cock, and effectively trapped Silas's legs against the bed. "Good. God forbid you have any complaints."
No human--and very few fae--had ever had the audacity to control Silas in bed. And yet here he was, letting Rhys do just that. More than that.
Silas's skin tingled.
Rhys gripped Silas's arms and pinned the rest of his body to the bed. He found himself looking up into Rhys's face, which held a wild beauty that stopped his breath. Desire and lust in those green eyes. Hope as well.
Hope.Ah gods.
Silas had no idea what Rhys saw in his face, but it caused Rhys to loosen his grip, lean down, and capture Silas's mouth with his own.
Amid the tangle of their limbs and tongues and the rush of blood to his cock, Silas's mind finally registered Rhys's earlier words. He broke their kiss. "What did you say?"
"God forbid you have complaints?"
"Before that." He knew, or thought he did. He needed to hear it again to be sure.
A sly smile touched Rhys's lush mouth.
"What, that I chose your arrogant ass? Came after you?"
Yes. That."What?"
"See? Arrogant." Rhys rubbed his thumb over Silas's lips, leaving behind the taste of sun- warmed ivy. "If I hadn't stopped you in the hall, would you have looked for me?"
He sought the memory--it had been only yesterday, for Juno's sake--and turned it over in his head.
Rhys's breath caressed his cheek. "Well?"
"No. You were just..." The stunning quarter- fae who lay atop him and the human who had spilled drinks on him were the same being but not in his memory. "You were just another human."
"You were the most beautiful man I'd ever seen," Rhys said. "And I caught you."
