Page 8 of Relentless Touch

“Desk,” Kevin managed between kisses. “The couch is too far.”

Rio lifted him easily, Kevin’s legs wrapping around his waist without hesitation. The few steps to the desk felt longer than they should have, Kevin’s mouth on his neck now, teeth grazing skin in a way that made Rio’s vision blur at the edges.

He set Kevin on the desk’s edge, papers scattering. Kevin laughed, bright and unexpected.

“Very dramatic. Very romance novel.” His hands framed Rio’s face. “I’m into it.”

“You’re into everything apparently.”

“Not everything.” Kevin’s expression went serious for a moment. “Just you. Which is inconvenient as hell, actually.”

Rio kissed him before that conversation could go anywhere complex. This thing between them was already complex enough—the mate pull singing through his bones, his snow leopard practically purring, Kevin’s scent filling his lungs with every breath.

Kevin’s hands pushed at Rio’s shoulders. “Off. Everything off.”

Rio stepped back, giving himself room to strip properly. Kevin watched with an expression that was pure appreciation, his eyes tracking every movement. When Rio’s hands went to his belt, Kevin made a sound that might have been a prayer.

“This is unfair,” Kevin said. “The whole”—he waved a hand at Rio’s body—“situation you have going on.”

“You’re one to talk.” Rio’s gaze traveled deliberately down Kevin’s form, still perched on the desk’s edge in the sweatpants. “Take those off.”

“Bossy.” But Kevin was already lifting his hips to slide the sweatpants down. “I should probably mention I don’t usually—”

Rio kissed him quiet, hands bracketing Kevin’s thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Kevin moaned into his mouth, unabashed and loud enough that Rio was grateful for the building’s thick walls.

“Usually what?” Rio asked against his mouth.

“Hook up with guys who find me as wildlife.”

“First time for everything.”

“Oh good, we’re both branching out.”

Rio’s hand wrapped around Kevin’s cock, and whatever Kevin had been about to say dissolved into a sharp inhale. Rio stroked once, slowly, watching Kevin’s face transform.

“Fuck,” Kevin breathed. “Okay. Yes. That.”

Rio dropped to his knees.

Kevin’s hands immediately tangled in his hair. “Oh my god. You can’t just…without warning…”

Rio took him in his mouth, cutting off the protest. Kevin’s grip tightened, hips lifting slightly off the desk. The sounds he made were incredible—gasps and moans and half-formed words that might have been Rio’s name.

“I’m going to—fuck, Rio, I can’t—”

Rio pulled off and stood in one fluid motion. “Not yet.”

“Excuse me?” Kevin looked wrecked already, pupils blown wide, lips swollen. “You can’t just—”

“Turn around.”

Kevin slowly slid off the desk and turned, bracing his hands on the wood. “This escalated quickly.”

“Too quick?” Rio smoothed his hands down Kevin’s back, loving the way he arched into the touch.

“Did I say stop? No. Definitely did not say stop.”

Opening the desk drawer, Rio found what he was looking for. Kevin glanced back, saw the bottle, and laughed.