Harmless(46)

"I have to go," Seg whispered, cupping Roan's head in his hand. "But I'll be back. I want to spend time with you. And Liam. If that's all right."

Roan nodded, which nearly had Seg falling to the floor. He could take a tremendous amount of physical assault, but this man relenting to his request was enough to take him out at the knees.



ROAN HAD KNOWN THAT SEG intended to leave tonight. He didn't want him to, but he knew it was for the best. He needed time to think. To figure out how this was supposed to work. How he was going to open himself up to someone when that was quite possibly the hardest thing he would ever have to do.

Hell, who was he trying to kid? He'd spent too damn much time thinking as it was. He knew what he wanted, just not how it was supposed to play out.

"Stay," he whispered, pulling Seg closer. "Stay tonight."

He could see the concern in Seg's blue eyes. The man was torn, which only made sense. This thing between them was new; it was fragile. Neither of them was in a place for a relationship, certainly not one that was threatening to go full steam ahead without pause.

Roan opted for the truth. "I don't want to be alone."

Seg pressed his forehead to Roan's. "You're gonna be impossible to resist. I can feel it now."

"Then don't. Don't resist."

Seg's head lifted, his hands coming up to cup his neck, and Roan held his breath.

"You understand what I want, right? You're not confusing this thing between us with lust. I'm all for fucking you senseless, Roan, but I want more. One night here and there is not enough for me."

Roan nodded. At this point, his resistance was futile. He didn't want Seg to go. Hell, he didn't care if they even had sex tonight. He simply didn't want to be alone. He needed this man like he needed air. His companionship, his friendship, and yes, his desire.




 

 

"Stay," he repeated, hoping Seg understood he was on the same page.

Seg nodded, his hands sliding beneath Roan's shirt. Roan had to take a deep breath, to steel himself for feeling the man's hands on him again. He felt both vulnerable and needy. He wasn't sure he'd ever wanted a man the way he wanted Colton Seguine. And that was such a ridiculous thing to think about. But he couldn't help it. In fact, he'd been thinking about it, along with a million what ifs, for months now.

The feel of the bandage on Seg's finger brought him out of his thoughts. "I don't want to hurt you."

Seg frowned.

"Your finger."

"Want to touch," Seg whispered, shrugging him off. "All of you."

Roan kissed him, sealing their mouths together. He got lost in Seg for a minute, enjoying the soft, sensual way his tongue stroked his, the way his hands glided over his skin, touching him absently, as though this was all that mattered.

Roan tilted his head when Seg's mouth drifted down to his neck, Seg's strong hands curling around his ribs, holding him firmly in place. Roan's body heated, warmth infusing his blood, making him light-headed. His dick went from semi-hard to an iron rod in seconds. He attempted to grind his hips against Seg's, but the man held him back.

"Not yet. We'll get there. Eventually."

This man was going to make him lose his mind. He didn't like the wait. No one had ever accused him of being patient. The fact that he had no choice in the matter was new to him also. Until Seg, Roan had always been the one in control. Always. Maybe that was why he felt so vulnerable. He wanted Seg to be in control, to take care of him. It wasn't something he'd ever thought about until he met this man.

Seg's hands slid higher, forcing Roan's shirt up. He got rid of the damn thing because he needed to feel all of Seg against him. His hands, his mouth, his body.

"Aww, God," he groaned when Seg's fingers pinched his nipple.

"Shh. Don't wake the baby."

Roan still couldn't believe that Seg was okay with the fact that he had a kid. When Seg had asked to hold Liam, then offered to feed him, Roan had known the man owned him right then and there.

"Show me your bedroom," Seg insisted, standing to his full height.

Roan swallowed, trying to remember where the damn bedroom was. He was so caught up in the moment, he forgot that they were standing in his living room.

Seg's satisfied smile snapped him out of it, and he turned and led the way down the narrow hall after grabbing the baby monitor. He set the thing on the dresser, then turned to find Seg standing behind him, his shirt unbuttoned. The guy was hotter than fuck. Lean and ripped, and so damn tall. Roan wasn't short by any means, nor was he a small man, but Seg made him feel that way. Six foot four with a body as hard and unyielding as a brick wall, Seg took his breath away. 

Roan's mouth watered with the need to touch and taste, to give and take. Except he couldn't seem to make his brain focus enough to do what he wanted to do. Instead, he found himself relying on Seg, waiting to see what happened next. He watched, his eyes roaming every inch of the man as Seg kicked off his shoes, then removed his socks. The shirt went next, leaving Seg standing there with his slacks riding low on his narrow hips. Roan wanted to lean down and run his tongue over the muscles that created a perfect V.