“I found you unconscious on the ground.” Kane led Snooke out of the room and down the hall. He noticed the big, comfortable couch and glass coffee table. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows taking up one whole wall. The place had a very masculine feel to it.
He recognized the place. They were in Kane’s apartment. When Snooke stopped to take it all in, he felt a hard, flat chest press against his back. Kane’s arms circled around his shoulders as Kane’s hand tilted Snooke’s head back.
Snooke looked up into those gorgeous brown eyes. The same eyes that were haunting him since he first met Kane.
“I want you.” Kane lowered his head and took Snooke’s mouth in a searing kiss. The dizziness was back, but not from walking between shadows.
Kane’s lips were soft, a contrast to his rock-hard body. Snooke whimpered and opened up as Kane gave him a slow and drugging kiss. Kane’s hand cupped the side of Snooke’s face and rubbed up and down his cheek. His thumb caressed Snooke’s chin as Kane pressed his body more firmly against Snooke’s.
He could feel Kane’s erection pressing into his back. Snooke was dying to find a step stool so he could feel that hard shaft against his ass. Not for the first time in his life, Snooke cursed his short height.
Snooke’s body jerked when Kane’s hand snaked around and gripped his erection. That large hand knew exactly what to do. He could feel the tips of Kane’s fingers squeezing the head of his cock through his slacks.
Lust, desire, want, and need coursed through Snooke. How could he keep his distance when Kane tasted so damn good? The kiss continued as Kane unsnapped Snooke’s pants. He wanted to shout with joy as Kane’s warm hand encircled his cock. His puckered hole pulsed with want. Snooke craved to be filled by this big warrior. Kane was everything a guy could want. He was handsome, strong, funny, tender, and if he wasn’t mistaken, protective.
The last word brought Snooke out of his lust-filled daze. “Kane,” Snooke moaned into Kane’s mouth. He didn’t mean to moan. It should have come out as a protest, but Snooke couldn’t find the right tone to use. Kane had his brain turning to mush.
Marino.
“Kane,” Snooke said a little more forcefully this time.
“Yeah, shorty?” Kane asked as his hand began to move up and down Snooke's shaft, his thumb gliding over the head of Snooke’s cock, spreading pre-cum over it and driving Snooke insane. Kane’s cock ground into Snooke’s back, making him whimper again.
What was he going to say?
Snooke wiggled his body, giving Kane the friction he knew the warrior needed. Kane hissed into his mouth as he slowly walked Snooke over to the large couch. He whined when Kane bent him over. Snooke stuck his ass out like a slut as Kane stroked the cock in his hand. God, how he wanted Kane in the worst sort of way.
Snooke’s breath caught when he felt his slacks lowering. His skin felt the cool air on it as Kane moved behind him. When Snooke felt the tip of Kane’s cock kiss his hole, Snooke’s senses returned. “I can’t.” Snooke rolled from under Kane and stood, pulling his pants up and snapping them.
Kane stood there looking confused. Snooke’s eyes wandered down, even though he fought not to look, and saw how well-endowed the man truly was. Wow. He glanced back up to see the confusion turned to a cold smirk.
“Is it a habit of yours to take a guy to the edge and then drop him? Do you tease men a lot? You better be lucky I can control myself. Someone else might have made you finish what you started.” Kane shoved his cock back into his pants, looking pissed as hell. “You know, I can understand someone changing their mind. I can deal with that. But to call me, come to me, have my pants around my damn ankles, my cock almost shoved up your ass, just to tell me no. That’s low.” Kane headed toward his bedroom. “Let yourself out.”
How had he started it? Kane was the one to grab him from behind. Snooke let out a sigh as he walked to the door. It didn’t really matter who started it. Snooke probably ruined any chance he had of being with Kane.
All he wanted was to protect the Demon Warrior from Snooke’s life. He grabbed the knob, turned it, and then walked out, feeling depressed as hell.
Shit. He hadn’t even smoothed it over about him being in the Melting Pot. Now what? Kane probably didn’t want to hear a damn thing Snooke had to say right now. Could he blame him?
Snooke touched his lips as he descended the stairs. His mind relived the velvet warmness of Kane’s kiss. He was insane. Snooke pushed the door open and walked out of the building.
He should have stopped Kane in the bedroom. He should have stopped him when Kane wrapped his arms around Snooke’s shoulders. But it had felt so good, so safe. Kane’s body was like a big sensual security blanket wrapped around him, and Snooke couldn’t pull away.