Page 4 of Slow Waltz
They headed to the forward elevators.
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When the elevator doors closed and they were alone, Silas leaned against the back wall. “You enjoyed that.”
Rhys pressed the button for their deck. “I didn’t think I would.” He paused for a moment. “Debbie was interesting.”
The car rose. “How so?”
“She reminds me of my mom but is entirely different from her. Doesn’t give a damn about appearances,” Rhys said. “Didn’t care that you and I are together. Got me to stop worrying about stepping on her feet. Told me that love at first sight exists.”
Silas pushed himself off the wall. An instant later, he tilted Rhys’s chin up and his soft lips skimmed against Rhys’s mouth. The gentleness of that first touch vanished, and Silas devoured Rhys’s mouth.
For a moment, the world vanished and all that existed were Silas’s lips, his tongue probing deeply, and his fingers stroking Rhys’s throat. The elevator lurched to a stop, and the doors opened. Silas broke the kiss but remained inches close. He ran his thumb over Rhys’s jaw. “Of course love at first sight exists.” He murmured the words.
Someone in the hallway coughed.
Oh, goddamn him. Silas wasn’t bothering to use his fae glamour. That little interaction had been entirely public.
A moment later, Rhys realized he didn’t care. He huffed a laugh. How things had changed.
Silas let go of Rhys’s chin and held out a hand.
Rhys took it and let Silas pull him out of the elevator, past two men and three women waiting for the elevator. “Sorry,” he said. “He’s a hopeless romantic.”
“Not true at all.” Silas continued to lead Rhys down the hall. “I have quite a lot of hope.”
They were moving farther away from the elevator, but Rhys heard a muffled chuckle from one of the women.
Silas produced a key card and unlocked their—well, Silas’s—door. Rhys’s cabin was one deck below. But he’d pretty much spent all his time here, to the point where the staff brought anything personal for him to this room. Yup, the fact that they were lovers must be the worst-kept secret on the boat. That might have even made it into the press by now. NEW MILLIONAIRE’S GAY LOVER or something like that. Although, Rhys was sure Silas had him beat on monetary wealth after several hundred years of compound interest.
Once inside the room, Silas let him go and tossed the key card on the counter by the coffeemaker. “Show me what you learned.”
Dance with Silas? “Are you leading?”
Silas’s lips twitched, almost settling into a smile, but his voice was deadpan. “Yes. For now.”
They moved into position, the warmth of Silas’s body pouring into Rhys’s like sunlight on grass, setting his blood on fire. Elemental energy twisted around them, seemingly eager for their contact.
Silas moved, stepping lightly, and Rhys followed his lead, his focus never leaving Silas’s face. Back, side, together. Front, side, together. Silas turned him around the cabin, their bodies not touching but for where their hands lay. Turn after turn, being so close to Silas, moving fluidly with him, was a bit like sex without touching. Rhys’s cock stiffened with every step, and desire smoldered at the base of his spine.
Silas’s amusement deepened into something more potent. He slid his hand down Rhys’s back and pulled their bodies together. The hard ridge of Silas’s cock brushed against Rhys’s, sending a flare of heat up his spine. With each step, they pushed against each other, tantalizing touches that only inflamed Rhys’s nerves. This was perfect. He leaned in and kissed Silas’s neck.
A quiet moan was Silas’s response. They moved together in a tight circle, never breaking contact. Silas might have still been leading, but it was hard to tell. Rhys gave up any attempt to lead and dropped his hand from Silas’s shoulder. He cupped Silas’s ass and ground into him as they stepped together.
“You’ve learned well.” Silas’s voice was deep and breathless.
Rhys nipped his ear. “Did you expect less?”
“Never.” Silas stopped moving and opened a little space between them. He unbuttoned the top of Rhys’s shirt. “But I want more.”
So did Rhys. As with the waltz, he mirrored Silas’s movements, undressing Silas even as he was being undressed, kissing and licking at Silas’s flesh. His neck, his chest. While massaging Silas’s hard cock through his pants, Rhys caught one of Silas’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a not so gentle squeeze.
Silas inhaled a hiss, then unbuttoned and unzipped Rhys’s jeans. “Turn around.” He spoke the command into Rhys’s ear, punctuating it with a nip.
Rhys did as told, prickles of anticipation raising bumps on his bare skin. He had some idea of what Silas intended, but exactly how—that was always interesting.
When Silas gripped both of Rhys’s wrists and drew them to the small of his back, Rhys couldn’t keep in the low moan. His whole body felt flushed.
