Staccato (Magnum Opus #2) - E.M. Lindsey Page 0,123

that rang after so much noise that followed them behind. “I love feeling you in me. I love knowing you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” Adam whispered, then turned his head and captured him in a furious kiss as he found that spot and tormented him with delicate grazes. Nik’s cock was pulsing, hot and heavy between them, leaving a trail of precome across Adam’s lower belly. They were only half undressed, and Adam felt himself throbbing with want. “I have always been yours, even when I didn’t know it.”

Nik met those words with silence, because if he’d spoken, it would have been to beg for forgiveness again. The guilt would be the hardest thing to leave behind, he knew. Adam wrapped up in it because he should have never walked away. And Nik drowning in it because he should have never let him go.

But they knew it wouldn’t last forever. They wouldn’t wallow, or beg, or get lost in penance for the rest of their lives. It would pass, and they would settle. There would be more nights like this—and maybe ones that were terrible—but they would always end with them knowing how much they loved one another.

“I want to suck you off,” Nik said. “Where’s the couch?”

Adam laughed as Nik attacked his pulse with sharp teeth and sucking kisses. “I don’t fucking know. It’s pitch black in here.”

Nik snorted against the crook of his neck. “Blind leading the blind. We’re fucked. Hang on, I think I remember where…”

His words cut off as the pair of them stumbled over a low table, and they crawled over discarded shoes and a duffel bag, but eventually Nik crowed in triumph as he found the cushions and heaved Adam onto them.

“Get these off,” he demanded, tugging at Adam’s half-open trousers.

Adam’s fingers were shaking with need, but he managed to get himself mostly undressed. Nik’s hands descended first, dragging from hips to pecs, toying with his nipple rings, brushing across flat skin decorated with ink. His mouth was next, kissing wet, formless trails over the wide expanse of his chest, stopping to bite at his hips before he hooked Adam’s legs over his shoulder and settled between his thighs.

Adam’s mouth fell open in a wordless gasp as Nik parted him, then dragged his thumb up his cock, which was swollen, throbbing, needy. His tongue followed, open lips, sucking him gently and perfectly, which worked him up, and up, and up.

“I need…I want…” He wanted a lot of things, but he couldn’t seem to find the words, but Nik rarely needed them. He read Adam’s body by touch, by sound, like he was an open book.

And for Nik, he was.

He heard Nik shuffling out of his own clothes, heard him fumbling around for the lube bottle, heard the cap open. He braced himself for a press of fingers, his ass ready and waiting. As two slipped in, Nik’s thumb on his free hand stroked at his dick, and the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure was enough to rip the first orgasm from him.

Nik’s head bowed, tasting it as it rushed out of him, then he sat up, and Adam felt the throb of his cock against the inside of his thigh. “Ready for me?”

“Always ready for you,” Adam breathed out.

Nik didn’t take his time, not like he might have done months back. Now, he pushed—an impossibly tight slide until he was seated. Adam’s head fell back, and his hands fumbled until their fingers locked together, and Nik gave his first thrust.

“I want to marry you.”

Adam’s eyes flew wide open, still seeing absolutely nothing in the dark room, but he searched for Nik anyway. “What? You’re asking me that now?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, but…” He trailed off on a groan, thrusting several times. The sound of their skin slapping was enough to get Adam close again. “I love you so fucking much, and I want to marry you, okay? It’s not just the sex talking.”

He couldn’t help his laugh, and it only got worse when Nik’s chuckle joined his. He pushed himself up until he was seated over Nik’s legs, his lover’s powerful hands holding him by the hips, guiding him in a slow grind.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Adam said.

Nik lifted a hand to his chin, tilting it just right to claim him in a filthy kiss. “Same could be said about you, for how much you love me.”

“Mm. Nah. Loving you was the smartest decision I ever made.” Adam touched him back, cupping his face, feeling his