Harmless(82)

Seg didn't want to let Roan go. If the man had time to think, he'd probably come up with a plan to sever all ties with Seg. Roan was nothing if not a thinker.

Rather than argue, Seg moved closer, coming to a stop directly in front of Roan. He tilted Roan's head back so he could look directly into his eyes.

"I was serious when I said I love you. I've never said that to anyone before. And I honestly don't care who knows, Roan. I'm done hiding, done being scared of what this all means. I've lived my whole life trying to hide who I really am. Scared, in fact, of who I am. Not anymore."

Roan didn't respond.

"I want to spend my life with you." Seg put a finger over Roan's lips when he started to speak. "I'm not finished."

Roan's golden eyes widened slightly, but he clamped his lips shut.

"It's going to take effort, but I will prove to you that I'm worthy of your love. That I'm not the asshole you think I am. I accept that I fucked up, and I fully intend to make it up to you. I'm not sure how yet."




 

 

Seg noticed the way Roan's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his eyes dropping to Seg's lips.

Damn it. He came over here with the intention of talking, of working things out so they could move forward. That wasn't easy to do with Roan eyeing him like he was dessert.

"When you look at me like that … "

Fuck it.

Seg leaned in closer and pressed his mouth to Roan's. He kissed him slowly at first, but the heat between them caught fire, and the next thing Seg knew, he had Roan pinned against the counter, his tongue thrusting deep into Roan's mouth.

When Roan's hands wrapped around him, jerking him even closer, Seg lost all sense of decorum. His body took over, his need for this man far too great to ignore. His practical side warned him that this was the wrong thing to do, but the other side, the one that was terrified he might never have the chance to hold Roan again, was winning.

"Seg … "

"I need you, Roan," he whispered against Roan's lips. "So much it fucking hurts. Let me touch you. Just for a little while."

He fully expected Roan to push him away. It was what he deserved after the stunt he'd pulled. Instead, Roan yanked him close again, their mouths crashing together. Hands fumbled with clothing as they began moving. Seg wasn't sure who was leading whom, but they finally made it to Roan's bedroom, a trail of discarded clothing behind them.

He hadn't meant for it to go this far, but now that they were there, Seg wasn't even remotely close to wanting to let this end.



ROAN REALIZED LONG AGO THAT he was losing control of this situation. And when Seg kissed him, for half a second, Roan forgot what they'd been arguing about in the first place. The only thing he wanted was for Seg to touch him, to kiss him, to make all this shit disappear.

And clearly Seg was capable of doing that, because somehow they made their way through the house and onto Roan's bed before he even realized it. Their clothes had even miraculously disappeared during one of those drugging kisses.

"Let me make love to you," Seg pleaded. "I want to feel you. All of you."

Roan hadn't intended for this to happen, but now that they were on his bed, skin to skin, he couldn't stop it. He was starving for this man's taste, his touch. The past week had been hell, and Roan wanted a little reminder of what was good between them.

The way Seg made him feel …  It set his world to rights.

Roan must've given Seg the green light, because the next thing he knew, Seg was retrieving a condom from the nightstand drawer.

When Roan attempted to turn over, Seg stopped him with a hand in the center of his chest. 

"I want you to look at me," Seg stated, his tone gruff, his eyes wild. "Look me in the eye when I make love to you."

Roan swallowed past the lump in his throat. Sex with Seg was always intense, to the point Roan lost a little of himself every time. This would be no different, he knew. It wasn't ideal, because Roan knew he couldn't protect his heart when he was this close to Seg, but he wanted him with every labored breath he took.

Once Seg rolled on the condom and lubed his cock, Roan pulled him down to him, fusing their lips together. He let the kiss consume him, the feel of Seg's warm body adding a level of security that had Roan desperate for more.

Seg positioned Roan's leg over his forearm and stroked his cock against Roan's ass. A desperate moan ripped up from Roan's throat as he gripped Seg's neck, kissing him with every ounce of desire that raced through his bloodstream.

When Seg's cock breached his ass, Roan sucked in air, stilling as the pleasure-pain seared him. He relaxed, allowing the pleasure to win out.

"Oh, fuck," Seg groaned. "You feel so fucking good. God. I could stay just like this for the rest of my life."