Harmless(98)

"Would you like me to unlock the door?" Seg asked.

It took a second to process Seg's words, but when he did, he grinned shyly and stepped out of the way. Seg got the door open, then allowed Roan to precede him into the house. Once inside, Roan peered around while Seg disengaged the alarm. It looked the same as it did every other time he'd been there.

"Can I get you something to drink? Beer?"

Roan turned to face Seg, the memory of the first night he was there coming back in a dizzying rush.

"I don't want anything to drink," he stated, his eyes raking over Seg's handsome face.

Living without this man wasn't an option. When he wasn't with him, he wanted to be. And when he was with him, Roan never wanted to be anywhere else.



FROM THE SECOND SEG SAW Roan standing on his front porch, his heart had relocated to his throat. And now, as they stood in his foyer, he found that breathing was becoming difficult.

He hadn't expected this, but he'd secretly prayed for it.

Now that he had Roan inside his house, he was at a loss for words. He had so many things he wanted to say, but Seg knew now was not the time to share his thoughts. He'd forged through the past few days, giving Roan the distance he'd asked for. It was Roan's turn. 

However, he felt a familiar sense of déjà vu, Roan turning down the offered drink while standing right here in this very spot.

"No drink? So, what do you want?" Seg waited patiently, trying to regulate his breathing.

"You."

One word. That's all Roan said, and Seg felt as though he'd shared a million of them.

"I've been doing some thinking," Roan continued. "And believe it or not, you plagued every single one of my thoughts."

"That's a bad thing?"

A small smile curled the corners of Roan's lips. "No. Not unexpected either."

Good to know.

"How's Liam?"

Roan's smile grew wider. "He's good. He's with Cam and Gannon tonight."

"All night?"

Roan nodded.

Seg still didn't move. He couldn't. Roan was here to make a point. Seg needed him to get on with it or he risked losing every ounce of his patience in the next few seconds.

"I didn't know if you'd be home or not, but I came prepared to sit outside all night if I had to."

"I'm home."

"You are." Roan took a step closer. "And I don't want to sit outside."

"No?"

Roan shook his head. "I want to spend the night with you."

"I'm sure that can be arranged."

Roan reached up, cupping the side of Seg's neck. The warmth of his touch had Seg's heart kicking in his chest. Still, he managed not to move.

Roan's thumb grazed his jaw. "I love you."

It was a wonder that Seg's knees didn't give out. Somehow he found the strength to stand right where he was, watching this man, waiting.

Roan didn't speak.

"I'm running out of patience, Roan," Seg warned, encouraging him to continue.

"I need to say more?" he teased.

"Well, we could move on to the naked portion of our evening, but that might take some time. So, if there's something on your mind … "

Roan grinned, closing the distance between them completely as he backed Seg against the door. "I want to spend the night."

"You mentioned that."

"Tonight." Roan pressed his lips to Seg's.

"That's probably a given," Seg mumbled, Roan's intoxicating scent going straight to his head.

"And every night."

Seg pulled back slightly, studying Roan's eyes, trying to find the hidden meaning.

Roan's nod was nearly imperceptible.

But Seg got it.

Damn, did he.

That did it. Seg's thin grip on his self-control snapped, and he flipped their positions, shoving Roan against the door, crushing their lips together. When Roan's hands gripped him roughly, jerking him closer, his fingers digging into his back, Seg groaned.

This was pure heaven. He was right where he wanted to be. Now and forever. Secretly, he'd wondered if he'd seen the last of Roan. Finding the man waiting for him …  Seg's world had been righted.

He tore at Roan's clothes in his haste to get the man naked. He needed to feel him, to hold him, to touch, taste. He needed Roan more than he needed the life-giving oxygen that flooded his lungs.

And he couldn't wait long enough to get to the bedroom.

"You don't have anything to say to that?" Roan said against Seg's lips.

"Oh, I'm saying it all right. Just without words."




 

 

"Got it." Roan's mouth slid to Seg's neck. "Maybe we should move this to the bedroom."

"Don't want to wait."

"Gonna need some stuff in your nightstand," Roan muttered.

Right.

Turning, Seg grabbed Roan's hand and jerked him toward his bedroom. Roan stumbled along behind him, laughing. It made Seg's heart swell, his body lighter than he'd been in months.