Let the Rain Come Down [The Moonlight Breed 6] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Gabrielle Evans (white hot kiss TXT) 📖

“Oh, is that right?” It had to be a pretty damn big one for Oscar to brave the foot of snow on the ground to come see him. Demitrius hoped it involved them both naked, but he seriously doubted he was that lucky. “Nice coat, by the way.” It wasn’t really flattering on Oscar’s small frame, but he supposed it was functional.

“Well, it completely swallows me, and it’s black.”

The first part of that sentence made sense, but Demitrius didn’t know what the hell the color of the coat had to do with anything. “Why does it matter what color it is?”

“Black is boring.” That was all Oscar said, and a wave of unease wafted off of him. It was damn strange to be able to feel someone else’s emotions, but Demitrius wasn’t complaining. The connection could mean the difference between life and death if they were ever apart and Oscar needed him.

“Well, this is it,” he announced as he stepped into the warmth of his home and helped Oscar slide down his back to the floor. “You know I’m going to have to carry you back, right?”

“Oops. Sorry.” Oscar beamed brightly, not sounding apologetic in the least. Slowly unzipping his jacket, he kept eye contact with Demitrius until the material parted, and he slid the coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind him. “Surprise.”

Holy mother of hell, Demitrius suddenly couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think, either. All the blood in his body had rushed south to pool in his groin, hardening his cock in record-breaking time.

He hadn’t really gotten a good look at his mate out in the snow, but he was definitely looking now. Oscar’s hair was much shorter, but it looked good on him—lighter with the addition of a copper color that Demitrius found extremely alluring.

Though subtle, the dark liner adorning his bottom eyelid was provocative in a way he couldn’t explain. It didn’t make him look feminine or even edgy, but it made the greens of his irises even brighter, and Demitrius could feel his heart pounding faster the longer he stared into those mesmerizing depths.

His lips were shiny, almost glistening in the sunlight that spilled through the windows, and they called to him, begging to be kissed, licked, and nibbled. The clothes covering his tight, firm body looked painted on, molding to each dip and curve in pure perfection. The outfit would have looked cheap and slutty on someone else, but Oscar wore it with style. Demitrius wanted to drop his knees and worship the angel before him.

“Please say something,” Oscar whispered, tugging self-consciously on the hem of his shirt. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I can change.”

The neon green polish on his nails made his slender fingers look even more delicate, and Demitrius found himself wondering if his lover’s toenails matched. Not that he’d had many previous lovers—it was kind of hard looking the way he did—but none of them had come close to the physical perfection of Oscar.

“I’m going to come in my jeans if you so much as breathe in my direction, sweet baby.” Makeup, barely there clothing, and nail polish weren’t things he normally found attractive, but he was ready to hump Oscar’s leg like a bitch in heat if the man gave him any indication that it was okay to do so.

“You don’t think it’s too girly? I mean, I don’t want to embarrass you.”

Closing the distance between them, Demitrius took Oscar’s hand and brought it to his zipper, pressing hard so the guy could get a good feel of exactly what his appearance was doing to him. “Does this feel like I’m embarrassed?”

“No,” Oscar said huskily, curling his fingers to give Demitrius’s throbbing cock a good squeeze. “Maybe you should give me a tour of your house…starting with the bedroom.”

Demitrius had his mate in his arms and was racing toward his bedroom before Oscar had even finished speaking. Sex wasn’t anything new to their relationship, but the urgency was almost frightening. After their first time together when he’d practically lost his mind with need, Demitrius had been firmly in control of his desires, always careful with his much smaller lover, and determined to never repeat the same mistake again. This time, however, he was spiraling into the void of no return at a rapid pace, and he didn’t even have the man naked yet.

Kicking the door open with such force that it banged against the wall of his bedroom, Demitrius lowered Oscar to his feet and held his hands up when the man tried to approach him. “Just give me a minute.” Fuck, it was so hard to think when Oscar looked so good and smelled even better. He needed to slow down, though, before he ended up inadvertently hurting the one person who had become his entire world.

Instead of standing quietly and allowing him time to compose himself, Oscar began a slow sway of his hips as he teasingly popped open the buttons on his shirt. When the thin fabric fell away, he went to work on his jeans. By the time he was standing naked in the middle of the room, Demitrius was holding onto the doorknob to keep from attacking him like a wild, uncivilized animal.

Giving him a sly smirk, Oscar sauntered over to the bed, shaking his ass invitingly as he went. Then he placed his palms flat against the mattress, spread his ankles apart, and arched his back seductively, putting his gorgeous, taut ass on clear display.

A loud crack echoed around the room, and Demitrius looked down to find the doorknob still in his hand—though departed from the door. “Oscar.” He was barely able to choke out the one-word warning, but it made no difference. His mate was obviously intent on torturing him until he cracked.

Clearly unsatisfied with Demitrius’s reaction so far, Oscar bent lower until his chest rested on the bed and reached back with